MY kind of weeder

When I worked inside a closed cab on a farm, it seemed strange, even to 20-something me.

Of course, I preferred that air conditioned comfort rather than being out in the dust, heat and noise. However, I'd climb down and it was a strange feeling to be down there with the plants.

I could get a lot done but had to be very careful in that cab not to fall into some kind of unreality trap because I could also do a lot of damage. Removing myself entirely from the plants ... hmmmm.

I wonder what those students are planning to do with that barley ...

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