Mennonite farm, Montezuma, Georgia
When we left Michigan, tiny, green shoots were just pushing their way through the soil and our spring harvest was limited to asparagus and rhubarb. Georgia has a completely different growing season, and some different crops. The fields of wheat were brown, ready for harvest, and the some of the field corn was tasseled.
The peaches sound yummy. I always enjoy driving south in the early spring and watching spring unfold as you go.
ReplyDeleteIs that cow sticking it's tongue out at you? What did you say to it? Cheese?
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ReplyDeleteUncle Wayne was the one talking to her. He called her a lady.
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