I love this photo of my grandfather. It embodies everything he was. His real job was a prison guard at the correctional center that adjoined their farm. But his favorite job was farmer. Each fall as soon as turkey season started I would call him everyday (long distance) to find out it he had gotten a turkey yet. He would tease me and say "no, I guess we will just have to buy one of those frozen things from the supermarket". But I knew that wouldn't happen! Every year for Thanksgiving me would be having wild turkey and pheasant. He loved to hunt and we ate everything that he killed. I grew up eating wild turky, pheasant, rabbit, squirrel, etc. It was just a way of life for me.
He and grandma also grew the most unbelievable garden in the world. Would you look at the size of that pumpkin! If you look closely at the base of the bird bath there is some indian corn. Grandma grew this every year.
I always get a little misty eyed when I look at these photos. I really miss my grandparent and their farm, but I feel so blessed to have had them for as long as I did.
Hoping everyone has a wonderful day!