Moving Hay Home
Cheerily
IJK
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Robert K.
Raking hay.
(Is that a short poem?)
Jacob K.
Baling Hay
(Did I just make another short poem?)
More Jacob K
Still baling hay
(Would that be considered another short poem?)
Enough for now
Time to Plow
Cheerily
IJK

I headed to the field to cut the last twenty acres here at home about 9 a. m. My youngest son, Jacob, came out around 10:30 a.m. and climbed aboard to ride awhile. Sometime around 11:30 his wife, Amanda, and son, Connor, brought us a glass of ice water apiece. We asked Connor is he wished to ride a round or two but he declined. They came back out around 12:45 and Connor decided he would indeed like to ride a bit so we helped him aboard. Connor rode with us about 20 minutes before he decided he had ridden long enough. Amanda took this picture of three generations on the tractor when she brought Connor to the field. I got through cutting the field a few minutes after 2 p. m. Jacob had stayed with me the full time after he arrived and we were able to have a real good visit. Sure made the day go by easier and quicker. Thanks Jacob.
Cheerily
IJK