I took my sons to see their great-grandfather's farm earlier this fall. Here's a shot of my youngest, Max, with my Mom. Uncle Rick is driving the combine, harvesting soybeans. I rode with Rick, Owen (5), and Max (2) while he cut some of the beans, and the boys thought it was the coolest thing ever. In the past I've been a little embarassed of my rural background, but I have to respect the farm life. Plus, growing up in a small town gave my imagination plenty of room to...fester.
I also thought it was appropriate to post this pic because my Grandfather (the farm's owner) is in the hospital with a fractured femur. At 93, every health issue is a serious one.
Puts Nano in perspective. I'm sitting at 50,300 words. Yes, FINISHED. I'll have to combine all my chapter files, which I save individually for potential computer crash safety, and verify some time this weekend.