We live in a large land that is full of rocks.
That sounds like a metaphor for something, but I don't think it is.
Rocks are just a fact of life. We deal with them.
We continue to push to seed the land.
We are weary from the push.
But we keep going.
We try to keep the big picture in mind.
We have some crops growing in our fields.
There is corn popping through the surface of the fields we were able to plant.
There is good moisture.
We are rolling along in GriggsDakota.