When I was young, I spent a significant amount of my childhood on my friend's horse farm, but none of those experiences compared to working with a professional farmer.
Wayne is a friend of the
SHIRE and the largest organic grain farmer in Texas.
I was immediately seduced by a watermelon more succulent than any I had suckled before. Wayne's friendly turkey took care of the peel.
Weeding the pepper garden, pelting each other with rotten peppers was a hoot. I got nailed with a plenty of rotten exploders. Showering was a pleasure.
Working on Wayne's farm was another experience that fortified the satisfaction generated by a hard day's work. Peppers were not our only bounty.
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| Riding in the back of a truck – one of the finest pleasures in life. |
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| Despite the brush storm, Gustavo retained his composure. |
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| Aha! |
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| The one and only, P. Reck. |
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| Getting down and dirty. |
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| We pulled the weeds out of the entire garden. |
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| Sex nachos. |
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| Workin' the fields. |
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| Ross Connard reaches deep into himself. |
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| Cosechar vida en la tierra!!! Arriba, arriba!!! |
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| Lizz concluded the day with a delicious dinner made from our veggies. |
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