FAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!!

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I love fall.
I always have.
I always will

It’s not because I liked school, I mean that was a social perk in my life but it wasn’t for school. It was because I think, subconsciously, it was because of my dad.

My dad is a farmer. To people in the city or have no knowledge of farming he’s a rancher but he’s a farmer. Here’s a typical year in my dad’s life.

January-Early February start talking bull sale and have bulls trimmed.
Mid-February to End of March OMG BULL SALE- Sale is at the end of March and there’s a lot that goes into a bull sale.
Middle of March til when we get done calving
Usually April sometimes Seed
Summer Be out in the field for hours on end.
Fall-Harvest and bring home bales
October-Sunflowers
November & December my dad’s more available for his favorite youngest daughter. Oh, wait, that’s me!

So this is the time where we can see the light of the end of harvest. Dad will start to be home more soon.

Now that I’m on my own, things are a little different and I still love fall. I mean it’s great to see my dad when I go home and not him sleeping or go out to the field and see him (though I do love going to the field, what can I say, I’m a farm kid). I love the weather. Being a NoDaker, I love me some nice, crisp, cool days.

Fall also means college basketball is on the way. WOOT WOOT! I love college basketball.

So therefore fall is me being happy.

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About frustratedreader

I'm just an average 20 something female that loses myself in a good book. Life has gotten hectic trying to balance small town living, working towards teaching overseas, finding that special someone and figuring out how life is supposed to work post-college. Thank God for books and knitting!

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