Immediate panic fills me. Pop quiz and I don't know the answer, again. I hopefully reply, "Over half." I can tell right away that answer is not adequate.
He continues, "Are you past that long rocky finger on the south side?"
"Um, I'm not sure there are all kinds of rocky fingers. I'm not at the corner yet"
"Well, are you past the dump?"
I search through my visual memory and vaguely remember a bunch of rusted stuff over a hill. I confidently reply, "Yes!"
Then he asks, "Have you gotten to the pile of posts?"
I give a blank stare. "A pile of posts isn't a landmark"
He returns my blank stare. I guess a pile of posts is a landmark.
I pull out my camera and hopefully say, "This is my picture from my last round" My picture shows a slight hint of a road, beautiful clouds, and the middle of the field.
My hubby sighs.
I try to cheer him up with my other beautiful pictures, but it's not working. Clearly I have failed this pop quiz.
This might be why we don't have many farming conversations. At least he loves me anyways, and tonight I can tell him I seen that pile of posts!
