While going through some old photos recently, I came across this snapshot dated twelve years ago.
That’s me and my family, standing proudly behind our wheat field. Yes, that’s wheat you see, and that’s the whole field. We still have the harvest in a jar, because we never got around to grinding the kernels to make the muffin we planned. Best laid plans, etc. When my Uncle John (a farmer) was still with us, we gave him a good laugh and a brain teaser by asking him to calculate how much wheat we needed to plant for a loaf of bread. I don’t remember what the answer was, but I’m pretty sure this wasn’t enough.
Those two poor waifs are now a senior in high school and a senior in college. And that’s Allysen, my sturdy farmer wife.