farm*n family

If only I could bottle the smell of harvest air.
A fresh breeze blowing while straw blows along the field stubble.
This is my favourite time  of year.
To help capture the moments- my niece *E joined me for the adventure.
"We're the family photographers Tante Kristin!" she told me.
"But don't worry... I won't fire you!" she added *(with a slight hesistation).
Somehow I get the feeling I will be out of a job soon.

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