The home place nestled into the wide open prairie.
Lots and lots of combine rides! Morgan wasn't too sure what to think of the big noisy machine. It took her almost an entire round before she started saying much to Grandpa Larry. Dad and Ryan would head out early and the kids and I would bring out lunch and dinner. The kids kept asking me when lunch was (they call every meal 'lunch') because it meant rides on the combine and in the grain trucks.
Emptying the grain truck was a highlight too. Grandpa would grab handfuls of wheat every few minutes and dump them into buckets to get an idea of the quality of his crop.
Take a few handfuls of wheat, add two kids and you end up with lots of fun!
When we weren't out in the fields begging for rides, we explored a bit of the yard. I hadn't ever seen the reservoir with this much water and Dad says this is the only time he remembers there being any water by late August. One of his fields still has water running out of it!
A thunderstorm came through Friday night and rained just enough to keep the combine out of the fields Saturday morning. The kids didn't mind though. It meant dune buggy and 4-wheeler rides with Daddy!
This is what a farmer loves to see - grain trucks filling up!
The kids enjoyed playing in the wheat - they ended up with wheat from head to toe!
My happy husband.
Relaxing for a few minutes after dinner...
while enjoying a beautiful end to another busy day.





















































