So much to be thankful for...
We are not homeless. Neither are my horses. We have hay in the haymow - enough to feed two horses over winter. The weather was absolutely gorgeous this weekend. I worked outside while my amazing mother cooked up a spectacular meal. I'm truly spoiled rotten.
My daughter got done heaving hay bales (she even looked hip and stylish while throwing bales onto the elevator; she is so Hick Chic) then got out her camera. The young Barn Kitties were quite the camera hogs!
Hello Larry.
Hi Curly.
How's it goin', Moe?
Oh, by the way...
Curly, here....
IS A GIRL!
I got busy moving that #$%# pile, finally. I wanted it gone a few months ago, but the tractor was either being painted or getting a wheel bearing fixed. It was worth it. LOOK AT THIS THING. It's gorgeous. It looks Brand Spankin. It's fifty years old!
This tractor is my hero. It gets used every day, year round. And on Wednesday mornings, my Ol Man hops on it and drives it into town to have breakfast with all the other Old Farts. Most of the Old Farts had to go out and look for the tractor of their youth... Dad just painted the same one he's had for over thirty years!
This tractor is my hero. It gets used every day, year round. And on Wednesday mornings, my Ol Man hops on it and drives it into town to have breakfast with all the other Old Farts. Most of the Old Farts had to go out and look for the tractor of their youth... Dad just painted the same one he's had for over thirty years!
Eventually the camera ended up in the treehouse, where all things end up, including my hammer, which I got back before going home again! Our little spotted horses are totally accustomed to having wild children swinging around in the tree overhead. If we ever do a trail ride through a monkey infested forest we'll be safe. Cool.
And let me just say that my mother is an awesome cook, and that someday I'll return her the favour. She can have thanksgiving dinner in the future at my farmhouse. One of these days I'll have to get down off my horse, or shut down the tractor...
15 comments:
Nah, that's what moms are for. They dig that kind of stuff. Every time I try to help my mom now she shoos me out of the kitchen. That is HER domain.
The poneez look lovely and you are a true TractorMaven (TM)! It looks like you had a great time.
What a great weekend! The land is gorgeous, the weather looks awesome, and you are stunning up there on that tractor!! :)
Glad you had such a good time. You have much to be thankful for!
I am a lucky, lucky girl.
Ok, I'm not much of a farm person, but now I wanna play on a tractor, too, lol. Love the kitty pictures!
I like the idea of taking the tractor to town for coffee with the peeps. I can imagine an old restaurant with five or ten tractors parked outside. Then the rich kid rides up in his NEW $100,000 tractor – show-off.
Fancy tractor.
I think you just inspired me to move a load of rock that has been sitting there for 6 months waiting to be put down in gate paths.
and perhaps to re-pile the manure pile, which is getting out of hand, but never gets dealt with
Moe looks like such a little "young man", and Curly is adorable!
The farm looks like a movie set-- gorgeous!
--And yeah, you're cool up on the green machine.
But could I slouch any more?
Funny though... pink looks so good with green and yellow.
I liked imagining Coffeypot's scene. Except it would totally be a party crasher, cuz the Wednesday morning breakfast is seriously an Antique tractor club. I don't think there's an age limit for the guys on the tractors but I also don't think there's anybody under 60 there.
I wish the old AR was running because I'd love to go. I know how these retired farmers are. Holy hot gossip. They know who's growing what and when it went in the ground and what the place back the road sold for and who doesn't cut his grass and what that guy just paid for that blah blah blah and I just gotta know this stuff!!!!!!!
Sue- Moe is really shaping up to be the boss cat. It's so cool to see their little personalities develop as they grow. Catonalities????
Moe is biggest, coolest, first one to come up for a pat, first one to the food dish. Larry is small and quirky and funny. HOw can a cat be quirky and funny? He just is. He's a character.
Curly is shy and sweet.
When I didn't know that Curly's a girl, I worried that "he" didn't hang with the other two as much. Now I figure it makes sense. She was just way too dignified to pretend to fight. She's probably been perfecting her mouse catching instead!
When I am at the ranch, it is all I can do to make myself cook. It's really, really difficult! Because I'd rather be riding or driving the tractor or touring on the ATV or fishing in the pond or taking pictures....
Glad you had a wonderful weekend. I guess you haven't lived if you haven't driven a tractor through town. It happens all the time here. Always makes me smile.
After your comment about my comment, I couldn't help but wonder at the total years of experience those dudes have and all the stories they could tell. That is a lot of history there, and I wish someone would set with them and record their stories, jokes and who's who and what‘s what. It would be amazing reading.
You are absolutely right.
I'm not kidding, old farmers really do gossip like old house wives. But man, they know stuff that my generation and younger haven't bothered with, or have lost.
I am ever so grateful for my family. Honestly.
I am lucky enough to have the CHOICE as to who (whom??) I call family :)
What a fabulous post!! Love the cats but that tractor is AWESOME!!!
Sounds like you had a very happy time!
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