Every so often Dusty and I go out to his dad's farm. Sometimes we ride around on tractors or pick vegetables. Sometimes we fish. And sometimes we just sit on the tailgate and chat. It's very peaceful and beautiful and there is always a breeze out there, which means it is always abundantly cooler than anywhere else. Last week, I took my camera along and snapped some photos of the charming, old farm equipment and such. Which was kind of nice. So here you go.