I love me some flip flops, shorts, water, gardening, and, well … everything about summer. But, there’s nothing like an Indiana harvest.
Gotta include our farm dog, Tink.
She loves to be there, too!
There really is nothing like the fresh air – albeit, a little full of bean dust – scenery, and reliance on God that farm life provides. Matt and I both grew up on farms and want nothing more than for our kids to do the same (only with a little less ‘farmer’ screaming outfits … but who doesn’t love red Wrangler jeans and matching red cowgirl boots, left over from my Shania Twain Halloween costume?!).
I love how the seasons help mark time. Fall is the ending of one thing, but the beginning of the next, too. A celebration of all that you’ve worked for coming to fruition.
Look at how much Firecracker has changed since last harvest.