There was milo to cut.
So my farmer man, he cut it.
The grain cart and tractor needed a driver.
So my son, he drove it.
There was a farmer husband and a tractor-cart driving son who were hungry and needed some food. {And some tea.}
So Mrs. Farmwife, she took them some.
There was a combine and milo and tractor and grain cart and trucks and clouds and things like that and they were calling, “Take a picture.”
So the Nikon, it took them.
There were bunnies galore and a raccoon too, and lots of sniffing to be done.
So Cooper, he sniffed it.
There was a dad in the combine cutting along and an empty buddy seat beside him that wanted a rider.
So the farmer’s daughter, she went and rode in it.
There was an empty truck waiting for a full load of grain to take to the elevator.
So the combine just filled it.
There was milo to cut.
So back and forth, continuing on, cutting along, until IT WAS CUT!!!!
Gorgeous pictures!