I would like to be a snowbird.
William and I have a dream. That the kids will take over the farming. He and I will travel and pop back in the fall to help harvest. I’m willing to wait ’til after they go to college. But I fear they will not return. The ungrateful kids will say we worked them to hard and want an office job. William and I will be doomed to mid-west winters the rest of our days.