Farmer Bill Goes to New York City...dreams of broccoli

Sometimes when a farmer goes to the big city all he can do is dream about what needs to be harvested back home.  I scrubbed all the dirt from under my nails, but I can't get the thought all that broccoli out of my mind.  So friends, before you run off to the beach...please go by the farm and pick some of the amazing broccoli in the first bed by the gate.  The youngest member is home and in charge of watering...tiptoe in so you don't wake him up before noon...hah!  See you soon, farmer bill and the mrs.