No that’s not a mistake. I grew up the daughter of a dairy farmer and regret that I never understood or appreciated what long, hard days Dad worked to provide for his family. His life was a day, every day, 7 days a week. Sunday differed, he just did “the chores.”
Posted in response to Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge – Chores.
It’s 4:00 am, the day is waking up for a dairy farmer; it’s time to go to work. A routine day starts and ends by doing “the chores” – milk the cows, feed the animals, and clean the barn.

7:00 am: a hearty breakfast sustains through the morning
8:00 am: to the fields
Noon: another hearty meal and a quick nap
1:00 pm: back to the fields
4:00 pm: a short coffee break
4:30 pm: back to the barn for evening chores
7:00 pm: home for supper, a quiet evening and early to bed
He’ll do it again tomorrow.
As a teenager I worked five summers on my uncle’s dairy farm in Pennsylvania. I understand everything you are saying completely!
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I was never allowed since I was a girl, although I really wanted to.
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It was great, you would have loved it!
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I love the title, it says so much about those full and fulfilling days.
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Thanks! I’m thank you for commenting.
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