I forgot to write this up earlier because it happened during the interregnum. We went out to the family farm and Corwin “helped” out for a bit on the harvest. He got to take a couple of trips in the combine, hauling in the corn. I had to explain to Corwin what the point of the whole exercise was and that food didn’t magically appear on store shelves.
I was a bit reluctant to put this up because I’ve gone heavy on the pictures this last week but so it goes. But you can see Corwin sitting on the left (view right) side of the cab on the combine. Driving is Corwin’s third cousin. Way in the back just to the right of the combine you can see Charles hiding back at the van next to Mom. Charles, despite his affection for trucks didn’t like the combine at all. He refused to even touch it, much less ride in it. Corwin, however, thought it was great fun. We had been meaning to get him out to see the harvest for a couple years but it’s so hectic for the cousins (Mom’s second cousin, his wife and Corwin’s third cousin) that time slips away quickly so we appreciate the opportunity to reconnect Corwin to the land in a way that doesn’t involve eating dirt.