It hardly seems like summer has begun and now the crops are being harvested. The neighbors are bringing in the wheat and I stopped to watch and wave on the way home. The countryside is lovely green, with golden wheat, and blue skies.
When I got home the phone rang. "Hey neighbor- that was you pulled over- right? Well drop your buckets off and we'll get you that wheat you've been wanting. 15% protein this year. Almost as good a yield as last year. And last year was really good."
I said- "Excellent. Then I'll grind some flour and make you really fresh homemade bread.:
The gift of good family farmers and neighbors.
(Note to self: remember to bring buckets to Trevor).