Sometimes I Have Help...

or people who like to play.

I can't reach this high to trim.

Thanks to Hubby, Andrew and Bonnie,

yes, she is in the bucket, too,

I have some higher limbs trimmed.

Bonnie In The Bucket

Ready to go

Why isn't this thing moving?

Returning in the bucket

Bonnie was not impressed.

Responsible Tracks...

We track through life

Yet never think

Who sees our tracks

Do they follow or sink

Our tracks should be strong and clear

Leading in good directions

We know not who follows

Our angle of reflection

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The Tractor Waits

The king must recover from his shoulder surgery and the tractor waits, silently.

The old tractor is wasting away. This was the reason I did not have a horse when I was growing up, the tractor worked then.

Marcy can remember riding the tractor with Daddy. He would let her steer as she stood in front of him.
The tractor was retired when Dad bought a Deutz in the seventies. It sadly sets, slowly becoming a part of the landscape.

Marvelous Monday

Today was hubby's day to check his ticker. He survived the stress test and will know in three days what the result is on other tests. He had a heart stint a few years ago.

I went with him to check out his life insurance.

We went out to lunch, hubby's choice...Kentucky Fried Chicken, then we headed home.

As much as he doesn't want to talk about it, I think he was relieved he did not fall over during the stress test. He did not do as well last year. His mood continued to improve the closer we got to home.

Hubby jumped on the tractor and headed off to bush hog.

I visited with Marcy and found Beverly sorting all of Marcy's seeds she had saved through the growing season. I helped a while then headed back home.

I am thankful today. We have seeds for next season and a tractor operator for this season and next.

Always Working At The Farm

Job for a day...almost all day! Just think if we had to do it by hand. We needed access to the garden without going around the spring and all the way back down. After looking through what we had on hand, we decided to use some old concrete culverts Dad had collected and saved through his years on road construction.

Den's tractor is light and he would be working downhill into a ditch with all the weight on front so he hooked Dad's old disc to counter the weight.

This spring branch we are working on was first hand dug by Dad. He had a system set up to divert the spring water to the pond or pasture when needed. Through the years we have widened and deepened this diverted branch and made it the main branch. It now feeds into the pond and then runs over into the creek.

After chaining two and hauling from the barn, we have to decide the best placement.

The boss (me) is making sure they are aligned because the real boss can't see cause the bucket's in the way.

Later the finished project with four culverts hooked together. The water is still muddy but will be clear soon. Now we can drive into the garden from either side. We have also made it easier to siphon and irrigate the garden.

How's that for boring?