Actually if Terry really had his way he would use a horse and plough it. But he just doesn't have time.
I love walking out into a ploughed field. It looks like waves on an ocean.
That's my Grandma's house in the background....she LOVED to farm and so do I. |
I love the rows and rows of rich dirt. The kids try so hard to get them perfectly straight....but does it really matter? I don't think so. But that's probably why I'm not doing the ploughing.
There were some wild turkeys in the field. They didn't like me....they ran away.
Sort of a blurring shot....they ran REALLY fast!
Brenda
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