Here's the best photo I could get from the inside. The big windshield gives you a great view. We went up and back once and Addison wanted to get out. I was going to stay with her while the other kids rode with Paul but when I got out they all wanted to get out. Since it was the end of the day they were tired especially Reese who hasn't had a real nap in weeks. So we got out. I was a bit disappointed they didn't want to ride more.
Addison calls Mallory, "Trudy's sister".
I'm not the "mamarazzi" anymore ... not I'm the "farmarazzi" with all the photos I am taking of machinery and buildings and farm related stuff. I'm sure Trudy has never seen anyone take as many photos of people farming as me and my sisters. Too bad we didn't do it while Dad was farming.
Here's Dad's wheat in the semi truck. It filled the front half.
Thanks to Paul, all the wheat is now done. I even got to ride again. Paul knew I wanted to ride, he said something about it being Dad's last crop and it was nice that I was there while he cut it.
I picked some of the wheat and took it to the cemetery and placed it on Dad's grave. I know he is happy that it's done and that Paul was the one to harvest it for him. It's hard knowing that part is over and I'm a little sad about it today .... but like Keely said, "Life goes on ...." even when you don't want it to.