Day 123 CJSM

Day 123

 

Dad helping Uncle Freddie with the harvest

 

 

I reckon “farming” is in me blood! I reckon! Love nature, earthy smells, the outdoors.

When I was a kid, my Dad had three acres of gardens in our fair town; every time somebody had a piece of ground they did not want to tend any longer, good ole Dad was right there to take it; he had a “slave” name of “Son” to do the work. Oh! He helped---Great…supervisor! Hmm!?

When I got out on my own I swore off vegetables (didn’t like growing or consuming them).

Then, I bought a farm (for fun and games and guns and dogs and cats and cattle and horses and sheep and ducks and chickens and one solitary turkey name of “Tilley”) and daughter Rachel came along and said, “Daddy! Can we have---a…Garden!?” And---we sure enough did…Big!

So, eventually I got a big ole 60-horsepower tractor and put out a wheat crop and an alfalfa field. Soon it dawned on me that I loved fresh dirt, the smell, the feel, the work. I am a “farmer”.

Truth be told: The entire span of this life time through space has been one Great hobby!

Lovely Lady Candy had an uncle who was a real, live farmer; he was very good at it---and…we were friends for forty years sharing common values and virtues, a love for the out-of-doors and hunting. Uncle Freddie is one of five individuals I confess I might have tried to take over the world with, had I been so inclined.

Thankfully, they were more “grounded” than I and I really did not have the ambition, either.

Anyway, Freddie ran a huge farming operation and I volunteered my labor so as to spend time with him and play at my farming “hobby”. Hey! Sitting in the driver’s seat of a big ole 150 horsepower humungous machine is a real high. I enjoyed every minute of the adventure. And. I learned a lot about things---including…myself. Night time farming was always my favorite with the quiet-cool of evening bringing on a blue-black velvet canopy studded with white diamonds..

We worked hard, played harder and, all-in-all, I had that wished for “Great” life! Thank you!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “farm-hand” hobby  Memories!