I should have expected unsolicited advice when I started posting a daily progress report on Facebook.
Robert Skoglund
The humble Farmer: For a storyteller, even the dentist is something to look forward to
When you ask your hygienist about the most horrible thing she’s ever seen, look out.
The humble Farmer: It’s harder to stay on the level when you are in your 80s
A simple favor for a beloved spouse turns out to be easier said than done, thanks to challenges of age.
The humble Farmer: Three’s a crowd when Google talking machine comes to dinner
My wife, The Almost Perfect Woman, doesn’t know which one of us is asking the silly questions.
The humble Farmer: Having a hand with the chores frees me up for deep thoughts
Such as: Why do I keep dreaming about losing my car? And what do I get out of watching chases on YouTube?
The humble Farmer: An elderly person is anybody who’s older than I am
When I was 15, anyone 27 years of age was nearing senility. Nowadays, a senior citizen is someone who doesn’t start each sentence with ‘like.’
The humble Farmer: Not a bad summer if you can afford to run the heat
It’s hard to convince the garden that this is its big opportunity for growth.
The humble Farmer: Party animal hides out on the farm – from ticks, not COVID
Told to stay out of the sun, humble is grateful for a young neighbor who likes weeding, picking carrots and repairing things bought at the dump store.
The humble Farmer: My ER adventures weren’t much like they are on TV
In Hollywood, I wouldn’t find an EMT who slept in a crib in the stern of her father’s boat, or a doctor who buys my rhubarb.
The humble Farmer: Old Maine gardener hasn’t yet learned to wait until the dirt warms up
Plant before Memorial Day and everything either will turn brown or get eaten by bugs.