We took our Tabitha out again. On the way home, we stopped to stretch our legs in the middle of Washington state farmland.
The gravel surrounding the silos was a perfect spot for a quick game of tag, but when I came around the side of the camper, I found Stella hunched over the dog’s water bowl with a handful of the stray wheat berries …
… planting wheat, of course.
And Mia, being a tad younger, was around the other side of the truck planting hers in the gravel, no water needed. Ha!
Adorable! Hooray for our future farmers!
Too cute!!!
Too Sweet-like there won’t be random wheat growing there anyway. Wow your western silos are so much bigger than those around here.