Farming and Farmville

What the heck is it with me? I create an average of 1.5 blogs per year. Pathetic I am. I will truly truly try my best to write regularly now.
Can i blame it on FB? I think i will. I am so bloody busy getting in touch with friends and farming. If i was so dedicated to working out and my diets as with my Farmville, I would have lost oodles of weight.
But there is a thrill in having a farm and growing things. Wish Pop had not given up everything to his brothers. Now Chet and I dont have a farm to farm...:(.
And when I went to the village this year, there were so many regrets from POPs. I think his greatest regret was he did not leave us both with a legacy of land...paddy fields...and farms.
And what a regret that will be, our future generations will never know what it is to run in small streams, catch crabs, eat peanuts of a plant, drink fresh tender coconut water, eat sour tamarind hanging from branches and worse, they will never know what it is to lie on hay under the stars and listen to stories.....so many regrets...
Maybe they will just live our their dreams on Farmville...