Random thoughts occur each day. Every day I speak to my mind, “this is good book material,” and the rest of the day goes by, uneventfully, when it comes to the written word.
I said today, to The Farmer, “I think I’ll write a story and add to the Indian Joe legend.” The Farmer, who listened to my rather profound thought, stated, “well, I do that!”
So, I erase Indian Joe, and tell you the stories of The Farmer, who says many wise things.
The inspirational story of today comes during 90 degree heat (accompanied by humidity).
The Farmer, coming in from the field, rinses his arms with water to wash away the chaff and grass from his suntanned arms. Mindfully, he soaks his wrists beneath the cool running faucet water, cooling his body temperature, because this is where the blood is closest to the skins surface.”
(Please note, Indian Joe would use the stream.)
But The Farmer is here today, while Indian Joe is off in the woods, so The Farmer gets all the credit! 🐃🐄🐖🐓