Tim Moffett

Dear Santa,

I hope all is well with you, Mrs. Claus and the elves. I know I haven’t written in a long time, but many things have changed since you were here last Christmas. I just wanted to give you a heads up.

Well, now they are potty-training cows. I learned how to do it only to prove to my mom I was smarter than my brother. That’s right, they now have developed livestock latrines – or what scientists are calling a MooLoo.

“I’m actually smarter than you think I look.” That’s what all politicians would have you believe about themselves. Then they speak, and all hope of intelligence is lost.

You know you’re a farmer if your “big outing” for the year is a farm show. You might say, “Well, Tim, our big outing is the local county 4-H fair.” Is the 4-H fair really a stress-free time? Heck no.

Yesterday we looked into the sky. A strange haze hung in the air that smelled faintly like smoke. We turned on the news to see that it was from the wildfires burning 3,000 miles away.

I’ve often pondered on how agriculture is paired with not only feeding everyone, but how agriculture has also teamed up with other products and services that have gone mainstream.