Stop in for a cup of coffee

Cool crisp morning, harvest time is always tuff. Jodi used to call herself a harvest widow. She would barely see me for weeks on end. She would bring us food and drink at all hours of the day and night. She would catch us in the turns on the end of the field and toss up into the tractors one of her super biscuits still warm. If you saw her standing patiently at the end of the row you knew a biscuit was coming your way at the turn! Man they were good, bacon or sausage, egg and cheese on big ole home made biscuits!they were so thick you had to squish them to eat ‘em.