One of the most glamorous jobs in farming is hauling and spreading manure.
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One of the most glamorous jobs in farming is hauling and spreading manure. The aromas which come with the job just make you count your blessings … like if you have a cold and can’t smell anything.
However, in the spring, getting to the field to spread the joy can sometimes be challenging. Snow melts and runs down roads and trucks drive down the roads leaving ruts. Fighting my way down some ruts the other day made me think about how ruts are part of life.
Sometimes you get in a rut with a job. You don’t like it, you’d really like to get out of it, but when you turn the wheel to get out, you don’t get anywhere.
Sometimes you get in a rut with cooking. You fix the same old food, day in and day out, until you’d rather eat dirt than make meatloaf again.