Desperate times...

Desperate times call for desperate measures.  Long rows and great yields (yeah!) have forced the men to enlist the help of an inexperienced grain cart driver...me!  It was scary for all of us, but I'm happy to report that both the equipment and my marriage are still mostly in tact.  (Most married couples fight about money.  We fight about the appropriate speed to drive a grain cart through the field!)

Double duty

The rain moves in tonight or tomorrow, but Quentin seems happy with the harvest progress.  We were able to finish Kenneth's corn by early evening and brought all the equipment home before the storms set in.