Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.
Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.
previouslytexan 