This morning found me slicing up cucumbers for pickles and then errand-running, with parts and seed to go get for my man and a few things to pick up at Wal-Mart.
This evening it was supper-to-the-field-time, but I didn’t stay very long. Mom had green beans for us to pick if we wanted them. Renae stayed in the combine and Tucker went along and helped me pick beans.
I have a few photos to post as I wind down my day and wait for the harvesters to arrive home! Nothing too different~just harvest! 🙂
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So much enjoy harvest pictures. (I always think of Grandma B. when you say “my man”!!!!!) Love it 🙂
I always think of her too. I appreciate the term. 🙂 I also often think about Christy giggling about Grandma saying it. And I chuckled to myself the first time I saw Beth Moore refer to her husband as ‘my man”.