Farming
 

Some people think farming is just a bed of posies.

Just broad vistas and fresh air.

But they don't know how much crap comes with it.

But at the end of a hard day, when you get home.

Sometimes there's time to flock around.

Very nice sir. (soybeans?)

Wow. I feel majorly peace and bucolic.

Thanks Bruce, I needed that!

And corn.
I'd bucolic you anytime, Doctor.;)

Sunday afternoon I ran out to Lancaster County to take cellar member HiTech some books. She's recovering from knee surgery and bored to death. The week before it was sunny and beautiful but I was in a hurry so I didn't take any of the many great scenes I saw. You know, the mental pictures that you kick yourself later for not taking the time to capture. This week I made myself take some. Next week....well, that's the future and the future is unwritten. :D

peaceFUL and bucolic.

NOTE TO SELF: be extra careful when posting immediately after reading long posts by Billy.

I myself would like either the trees and countryside of Olympia, WA, ye olde state capital, or Eastern Washington. EW has a southwest deserty vibe to it. Very nice. 100 degrees in summer, 0 degrees in the winter. Dry as a bone, and you can see for days.

Ah yes. nothing like the Hanaford glow to warm the heart.;)

The smart ones stay upriver and upwind of Hanford! :D

After reading that first caption, I was expecting more of a pun in the second one. A bunch of women doing some farming-ish action to the fields, perhaps.

Cool photos, though, once I stopped looking for the humor in each one.

My reputation has preceded me?
Skunks the humor is very subtle. Farmers inside jokes.;)

More beautiful than my home town
 

We have no so nice green grass.