Fireworks at the Farm
It’s 1967. The 4th of July is tomorrow, and we can’t wait. We’ve hauled bales and stacked them in the
Breathe deep…you're home now
It’s 1967. The 4th of July is tomorrow, and we can’t wait. We’ve hauled bales and stacked them in the
And when it started, it was as if the ocean was rushing to shore on our farm.