I spent many hours riding on the planter when I was younger than the boy in the picture. I was about nine when Dad bought the first two row tractor planter. By that time I was pulling a spring tooth ahead of the planter.
Mom kept 500 laying hens and she had one coop for starting chicks to fill in for the laying hens culled out. I played with the boxes like those but the chick were under the brooders by the time I would get home from school.
Mom took care of the garden which my brother and I had to help some. I don't remember many smiles from anyone when in the garden though.
Thanks for the pictures. I sure can relate at 75.