I think everyone, everywhere, at some time, needs to experience harvesting beans in the blazing hot sun.
Honestly, it doesn't have to be beans. But it needs to be hot. And you need to imagine how it must have felt to be an early pioneer. Or a slave. Or a sharecropper.
And these are beans. They aren't cotton -- which are much worse. And we were only out there for 90 minutes, and it wasn't even the worst part of the day.
But it's HOT. And the plants are gnawing at you. And you just want to be DONE.
Don't get me wrong. It was a lovely Sunday together. John had a short break, and he did NOT want to drive into town. So instead, we stayed around our house. We relocated the chickens and checked on our "food surplus" farm which is located at the Kotynski's house. John, myself, Jacob, and the kids harvested beans. Then, Zach and Zoey and some other family members in town visiting helped us shell them.
Here is the final result:
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