My Iowa Soybeans :)

Picked these seed soybeans up out of the end rows of my dad's favorite field last spring when Shannon and I were scattering mom and dad's ashes. It's not the best yielding plot of land, but holds special memories like gathering wild berries in dad's stained cap, secret mushroom spots, and always hosts an abundance of wildlife. The field is also rich in history of the old farmers long before dad. When farming at night and the stars came out, he said it was the old farmers turning on their porch lights to say hello.  My beans are growing like mad in my Spokane garden this year and makes me feel connected to my roots :)