Ah, that brings a tear to my eye to think about. I grew up on a SPAM farm and worked it through my formative years. So many good memories working that patch. You know it’s gonna be hard work, but rewarding, when they start to lose their metal shine and ripen into a blueish hue. It’s time for harvest when the letter-like pattern deepens to a rich yellow.
Gosh, I feel sad for folks who’ve never peeled and bitten into a fresh SPAM fruit right there in the field.
That can’t be true. I’ve seen the spam fields, bushes sprawling up to the horizon, tins glittering in the sun like melons after a morning rain…
Ah, that brings a tear to my eye to think about. I grew up on a SPAM farm and worked it through my formative years. So many good memories working that patch. You know it’s gonna be hard work, but rewarding, when they start to lose their metal shine and ripen into a blueish hue. It’s time for harvest when the letter-like pattern deepens to a rich yellow.
Gosh, I feel sad for folks who’ve never peeled and bitten into a fresh SPAM fruit right there in the field.