I've not seen too many sunrises in years past. Not on Windflower nor from my own window. I'm not exactly a morning person, but out of necessity, 6am has been the starting time of choice. It's just been too hot for all the afternoon work.
For a few mornings Daren, Sara and I set to planting some broccoli in the back fields using the two person planter. Though Daren can drive, I got elected the job and so thoroughly enjoyed the new music on my MP3 player. Eight hours of it though . . . it's such a slow-going job doing any planting at all. The pictures show about sixty seconds of driving. Hoorah for Daren who planted all three rows at 0.2 mph by himself just we could get the shots.
I'll admit that the memory is firmly planted as something worth keeping a while. Daren grabbed some red raspberries while I was off getting a water refill in the tanks and tried to trick me into thinking that the smear all over his arm was blood. Unsuccessful. I think I know him too well. But I did have to stare for a moment before figuring it out. How else are we supposed to make memories? We could have desk jobs and miss all the misty mornings and iced coffees in our tractor cupholders. That's how we know we love what we do.