We're not Aggies

As a matter of fact, I don't even think I can spell Aggies. So, you can understand how a couple of city slickers like ourselves would mistake the field of wheat behind our house for weeds. Yep. We're that out of touch with agriculture.

Here's a photo of the field in Novemeber when we moved in:






Here's a photo of the field of 'weeds' this spring:









Here are some fun photos of the harvest & tractor (of utmost importance to Anna):








I'm sure the farmer thought the mom and little girl staring at him every time he was in the field was crazy; but we had never seen anything like it before. It was fun to see the whole process (though the fertilizer applied at the end wasn't my favorite).