Rock Pickin’ Time!

Yeah, you haven’t lived until you go out into the field on one of the first warm(ish) sunny days to pick up rocks! Oh. My. Gosh! Where do they all come from??? I guess I haven’t done it in a few years, but this years’ bountiful harvest came from a very small area. Lynn called and said, “Ya had er’  (the pickup) squattin’ purty good!” Thankfully, my grandson, Gregory, helped me unload them. He just got back from National Guard training. Thank you for your service, Greg!