“I think I see Grandpa Fred driving down to the road!” -Miss E
My daughters and I drove across the North Dakota prairie this morning, pulled off the interstate and waited for my dad to arrive in a ripening spring wheat field. I had a quick meeting to drive to and he drove the girls to our family farm where my parents and the GriggsDakota crew are preparing for barley harvest to begin. To our kids, harvest is better than Christmas, as you can see on Elizabeth’s face in the photos. They await in anticipation for the combines to get rolling, to ride with their grandpa or anyone offering and for my mom to make her harvest meals. It’s a grand time on the North Dakota prairie in the amber waves of grain.