Dear Mother Nature,
I am a farmer. There’s not a whole lot of us left, you know, especially women farmers. This is why I am writing you.
For god’s sake, Woman, can you help a farm girl out?!
It feels like April here, so wet and cold. As soon as I transplanted the cold crops you laughed and sent a pile of hail. Seriously, Ma, farmers have to grow produce and homesteaders have to grow food to eat!
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
I am a great admirer of your work though.