Necessity is the mother of invention. No one knows that more than the American farmer. One day recently, my son put on an old pair of his dad’s coveralls and was frustrated when he realized one of the lower leg zippers was broken, leaving the leg flapping open in the breeze.
I chipped away at the iciest windshield I’d seen in a long time – maybe ever. I wished Kathie’s play practice had been canceled like so many other events, but I started the van an hour before we needed to leave just to make sure it would be clear of thick snow piled over a layer of sleet that had iced over the first layer of snow.