It’s officially fall and around here, that also means harvest time. What better time of year to spend a day out on the farm? The skies are bluer, the air has something special in (and I don’t just mean the dust from combines), the sunsets are richer…
As far as this skeleton is concerned, fall is the best time of year for lots of reasons and harvest time is one of them. So the boy, his mom and I drove over to our uncle and cousin’s farm to see what kind of trouble we could rustle up.
Here’s my gratuitous giant tire portrait. You know you’re jealous. I think I’m going to to come back for my senior pictures.
Look at this guy! Buckling me in and everything. Salt of the earth this one is.
It’s getting close to our nap time. I don’t think I’m cut out for farm life … need more muscle.
Not the most flattering photo of myself. I don’t know about you but it looks like I had a wild night and passed out here. That’s all I need right now, people thinking I’m a lush …
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