I took these over the weekend at a local farm that we picked pumpkins at. For those of you who are wondering why I am snapping pictures of dirt, oddly enough this reminds me of being a kid, not the pumpkin picking..I never remember doing that as a child, but I do remember spending alot of time outside. I saw these big tractor treads & crumbling earth patches & it reminded me of the times I would find the "just right" cracked & dried mud puddle just right for jumping on & cracking open. It felt really good. I remembered my walks on the dirt paths behind my house. I even had them numbered 1st, 2nd & 3rd paths. They were the paths the tractors came down to farm tobacco. Funny how a little patch of dirt can remind you of a long ago home.
I took these over the weekend at a local farm that we picked pumpkins at. For those of you who are wondering why I am snapping pictures of dirt, oddly enough this reminds me of being a kid, not the pumpkin picking..I never remember doing that as a child, but I do remember spending alot of time outside. I saw these big tractor treads & crumbling earth patches & it reminded me of the times I would find the "just right" cracked & dried mud puddle just right for jumping on & cracking open. It felt really good. I remembered my walks on the dirt paths behind my house. I even had them numbered 1st, 2nd & 3rd paths. They were the paths the tractors came down to farm tobacco. Funny how a little patch of dirt can remind you of a long ago home.
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