Patrick McManus wrote a humorous story about farming. In this story, McManus goes to his doctor hoping to get a prescription for sleeping pills for himself. The doctor refuses to prescribe pills (yeah, it is fiction) and instead advises McManus to try relaxing for sleep by imagining himself working on a nice little farm in the country. It seems to work at first but McManus has a problem: he actually lived on a real farm while growing up. Soon his imaginary farm goes from idyllic to realistic as he envisions storms, droughts, broken fences, wandering animals and crop failures. In the end he recommends imaginary farms only to those who have never actually lived on one.
I rented an old cottage on a farm in rural New Jersey years ago. It was great.
Of course every year it seemed more and more new homes were being built for people leaving the city to come live out in the country. And more and more complaints - usually about the smells coming from some of the farms, sometimes the roosters.
“Patrick McManus wrote a humorous story about farming...”
Very funny man.
Modified Stationary Panic anyone?