I've never seen so many people hungry for a hayride and a ribeye sandwich on a muggy July day as the ones who gravitated to our family farm, 12 miles outside of Frankfort on the Franklin and Shelby county line, for Farm-City Day.
People swarmed to the event hosted by my brother, Jim Morse, and my dad, Donald Morse. People I told about it had never heard of this event, but it has been happening in Frankfort for almost 50 years. It's a day for farmers to swap stories and when the suits and ties come out and see the innovations of the folks who make their living by the sweat of their brow.
It's held at a time in the summer when the farmer has a little breathing spell - if there is such a thing - after the spring calving, setting tobacco and hauling in the hay. Judging by the turnout, perhaps boosted by it being an election year and a rain forcing farmers to stay out of the fields, a lot of people had an idle day.