Come ride down farm roads these days and you may end up with a two-tone car. I did.
Farm machinery is going in and out of wet fields, leaving trails of mud. It gets scraped off the roads as soon as the farmer can, but some recent mud is inevitable.
Take this as a warning. Harvesting this year is a bugger for farmers. They would rather not have the mud, but wet weather has made mudpies of many fields.
Lucky for me, my husband is fast with a power washer. Bob said he’d take care of the addition of mud to my car exterior.
It didn’t take much spraying to bring back the silver.
Yesterday afternoon I was on the Internet visiting face to face with friend, Pauline, in Tasmania. At the same time, Bob was waiting for a truck to arrive to pick up the corpse of an old tractor.
I didn’t know exactly when Bob went outside. I was too involved with Pauline. We hadn’t connected in months and I didn’t want to miss the time with her–it was 3:45 pm Thursday here and 6:45 am Friday in Hobart, Tasmania. You can see why it’s hard to connect at the same time.
If I had been outside, I would have taken photos of the tractor (missing one large back wheel) as it was loaded on the truck. Bob was impressed with the process.
Months ago, someone else tried loading that tractor and couldn’t. He left it out in a spot where it was in the way. We were so glad when this truck came and was successful with the loading.
Heading to old tractor salvage yard
I arrived as the last chains were set in place after the tractor was loaded.
The truck couldn’t use our farm driveway as that is just mushy from all the rain. He was sure to have gotten stuck there.
Instead, he had to back out between our buildings, which was a tight squeeze.
I held my breath as he backed out. The mirrors on his truck were sure to hit the building.
No worries. This expert driver knew exactly what he was doing and was soon on the road with his load.
Too much rain has put a damper on the best of days. Water and mud block our farm lane. Yet I am enjoying today’s warm, windy weather–I’m trying to take it all in, even the humidity, and keep it in my heart. That way I can bring it out mid-January and remember.
Last evening I raced outside with my cell phone to take a photo of the sunset. It was another day I’ll set in my heart.
As I was enjoying the sun setting over the cornfield, I saw another view of the sky.
I stepped down into the ditch and used the tops of the corn to frame the evening sky colors.
A while back I saw our son, Russ, taking his son to look at Grandpa Bob’s old farm truck.
I couldn’t figure out what they were doing. It wasn’t until later that I found out that Russ was giving Harrison an education.
Russ was showing the hand crank in the truck door that worked the window.
It was something Grandpa had that none of their cars had. The crank was very interesting to Harrison.
A man and his truck
I wonder what else we have around that would be considered ancient. I think that in the attic there’s a dial telephone that was attached to the wall by a cord. How in the world did we call on that phone without buttons?
