Mr. Smith has been a real blessing to us since we've moved in. He's shredded our field, plowed our garden, and he's given us plenty of homesteading advice. The other day while Brandi was out walking he said, "Come on by sometime and we'll pick y'all a mess of potatoes from my garden." So we took him up on the offer last night ...

On our way out to his place. He lives about a mile away from us.


Arriving.


Showing the monkeys how to pick potatoes.



Going at it.


Part of the haul. We ended getting probably twice that amount along with some onions and squash.


Daniel: "I'm driving a tractor!"




Bird eggs in one of his fields.


Picking wild berries on the way home.


Our berry-stained hands.