Week 7 :: In Honor of the Rhinestone Cowboy
We’re losing another one of the last of the real country troubadours. This post is in honor of the Rhinestone Cowboy, one of twelve children born in Arkansas to a sharecropper father.
I don’t have much to say about the farm today, other than picking green beans is kinda hard work. They’re low and hidden by fat leaves exactly the same color as the beans. So you need something to sit on.