I have a busy weekend, so writing a long blog isn’t in the cards. Still, I don’t want to miss a day so I’m relying on my kitten to bring in viewers.
Here she is playing with the cord from the window blinds.
I have to take advantage of Car-E while she’s young and cute.
I enjoy my feline friends even when they are older, but I have to admit that Cruella and Othello are far beyond their playful days. They are just good company.
Last spring, Bob sat by the kitchen table like I am today. His view was of our field across the street. For the first time in his life he wasn’t farming those acres, renters were, but even if Bob wasn’t out there he was riding along virtually.
The last couple of years that Bob farmed he had trouble with his planter. Either a row was missing or crooked. Those errors always showed up right next to the road where every other farmer could judge his farming. This ticked Bob off.
This year, like last spring, the renters’ rows look nice and straight. That is except that two rows were unusually close right next to the road.
I figure the acres aren’t exactly square and rows will never exactly match up for anyone.
That’s the exact spot where Bob had problems. Maybe this was done on purpose in memory of Bob.
No matter, I’ll be thinking of my husband every time I look at those two close rows.
When Rachel, Dave, Eli, Arianna, and Wyatt visited over the weekend, it was to camp out in the backyard, but it wasn’t all fun and games.
Dave took a look at one of Bob’s tractors to see if he could get it running–there are tricks to get it going and Dave figured them all out.
He then drove it over to the log splitter Bob and his dad made many years ago. Hooking up the hydraulics would have been a challenge, but I happened to remember a bit so that Dave had a good start.
Eli is on the tractor seat. Dave is putting logs on the splitter. Wyatt watches from the sidelines.
Once the tractor and log splitter were working, Dave took a position in front to set in the logs and Eli sat on the tractor, working the hydraulic levers.
Eli helping Dad by working the hydraulic levers.
Father and son worked well together. Since the running tractor made a lot of noise, most directions between the two were hand signals.
It was so good to see the machines working again.
Now we have more firewood drying out for future campfires thanks to Dave and Eli.
