You Don't Work, You Don't Eat

If I had a nickle for every time I heard "you don't work, you don't eat" growing up, I'd never have to work cause I'd already be rich.  This expression was not only said constantly in the Walker home, but it was backed up with lots of farm work.  Not wanting our kids to miss out on all of the life lessons that a farm can provide, Hannah and I are eager for our kids to participate whenever a farm-work opportunity presents itself.  This past Saturday morning, for example, the kids helped dig potatoes.  The kids have helped with this chore for the past couple of years, and they are getting better at it.  There is still a little whining- mostly about bugs and heat- but they are learning that those things don't matter when there's work to be done.  Once we got out to the field, we realized that the squash, cucumbers, and onions were also ready- so we gathered those too.  The reward for the hard labor was a delicious lunch cooked by Gigi (using the fresh potatoes to make fries), and a chance to get to play in the irrigation gun.  The irrigation gun is always a favorite.