Peanuts because well… they are my favorite crop. The tradition of planting them here in Virginia, the smell of the earth being turned over fresh and new – and of course, there was that discussion we had here a couple years ago about peanuts being the most romantic crop. Yes, that really happened.
I believe it was something about the late nights picking under an inky, starry sky listening to the radio. There’s no better date in the world.
These images have not passed inspection from my husband, so hopefully they’ll still be up tomorrow.
He’s really picky about what I show y’all.
And of course, my redheads make this blog post because they’re the only two who enjoy having their picture taken and I’m kind of picky about not showing you crying, yelling and red faces.
That would be me crying, by the way.