A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

” I said when he came out to the gravel driveway. “Are you still looking for a small tractor to clean out your calf pens?”

Tom wiped his greasy hands on a blue rag. “Your husband’s red one?”

“Twelve hundred dollars,” I said. “And you have to haul it out today.”

Tom looked at me for a long moment, his eyes moving past my shoulder toward my empty fields.continue reading …