Again with the farming pictures

The end of November is a pretty desolate one at a farm.

Is cabbage a flower? By the end of the weekend, I had begun to love these guys.

By the time I had finished loading these bags of cabbage my fondness was as an all-time low.  I need to brag now; every single bag on that trailer I lifted and placed.  Every one.

Perhaps we pencil pushers live sad lives if this is all I have to brag about.

My son ‘helped’ drive the tractor.

Dang vandals cutting the heads off the radish!

Actually, my in-laws did that just prior to picking.  Apparently they want the radish to dry out a little.