Plowing

Our neighbor is prepping his field through multiple plowings, so fascinating to watch.

Solomon follows his father and breaks up dirt clods and picks up rocks.

His daughter, Werknish, does the same, directly behind the plow.

Our house, right behind the field.

This path has about only a 2 foot opening because of the stinging nettles (and, OH, they sting). Yeshuas yelled out to me, “Come on in, Amy!” It took me about 3 minutes to try and figure out the best entrance procedure. I knew even the horses went through so I squatted down and tried to make it through without touching scraping leaves. Not successful. I didn’t complain though, just to Jon later. ;)