The Farmer's Daughter
As the sweltering sun hung high in the noon sky, he worked tirelessly. With a laundry list of tasks to complete before the day was done, he wiped beading sweat off his forehead and carried on. He was a hired hand for the old farmer and he’d given his word he’d earn his share. Grasshoppers popped in the growing barley and wheat and the quiet rumble of mooing cows filled his ears. As he worked his way through the field, he couldn’t keep his mind off her. Colette, the farmer’s daughter, had left him. She was known to be rather fickle, turning on her charms and then disappearing, as if she had never been there at all–leaving him broken-hearted, pining after the sweet, intoxicating tart.
As he turned the tractor back towards the house, he saw her. Indeed, he almost couldn’t believe it. Rubbing his squinted eyes, he wasn’t mistaken. It was her. Colette. “I’m only here to grab a few things,” she said. But he knew, even one day with Colette in the summer was something to treasure.
Colette is only back on the farm today only. Head on down to the Tap Room and give this sweetheart a try. We’ll be tapping one keg only. Once it’s gone, you’ll have to wait until next year to see this country beauty.