Hi readers..I am back again. Sorry for the inter­rup­tion, but life does that, I think. Hope this finds all of you well and enjoy­ing the slow process into spring.
I was think­ing about the title of my blog, and how peo­ple may come here expect­ing to hear some fun excit­ing things about life on the farm. Oops. Well, to tell the truth, we are not really a farm. Maybe a “hobby farm” but I hate that title. Let’s just say we live on a lit­tle acreage out in the coun­try and I have a hus­band who is a wannabe farmer. Does that work? I can say, that in the time I have lived here, we have had cat­tle, and before I moved here, there was a pig. Does that qual­ify us? We no longer have “farm ani­mals” but we do have two trac­tors, a manure spreader, a hay wagon, a barn full of hay and a chicken coop so I am going with that. Any com­plaints, take them to your con­gress per­son.
Anyway…what brought this on was read­ing in the paper the other day that the Far­mall trac­tor square danc­ing group is call­ing it quits after this, their 10th year. I am so dis­ap­pointed. Really!! I can hear you snort­ing now. In all truth, I have seen them at var­i­ous town cel­e­bra­tions over the years and they are, in fact, amaz­ing. I would ven­ture to say that most of you have never square danced, unless you are my age, and it was a required PE class. We recently watched some square dancers, and until you pay close atten­tion, you have no idea just how hard it is. So take that fact, and put some men on trac­tors square danc­ing with them, and it is fun and awe­some. They never did bump into each other as far as I ever knew. It might be fun to find out just who first thought of it, but regard­less, it has brought end­less fun and enjoy­ment to tons of peo­ple who first laughed in dis­be­lief, then applauded in dis­be­lief. Thanks to them for an era of trac­tor exper­tise we won’t soon for­get.
Speak­ing of tractors…down here, I have dis­cov­ered, you are either a Far­mall, Deere, Har­vester, White, or what­ever brand you favor, kind of  trac­tor man (or woman). I think you would find it rare to go onto a farm place and find more than one kind of trac­tor. My hus­band is, him­self, a Far­mall man. I may be stick­ing my neck out here, but I would say it has to do with what­ever your dad, and his dad and his dad used. I would also guess that if you left the fold, God for­bid, and became a Deere man when you had always been a Far­mall fam­ily, you might very well be ousted, or at least not spo­ken to for a long time. It is that impor­tant. I know, I know. Seems petty, but I am here to tell you that it is not. My husband’s grand­par­ents were Far­mall people…go fig­ure. The man they hired to farm the place when his grand­par­ents could no longer do it are Deere people.(shock and dis­may!) He is very fond of telling us…“If it is green, let it be seen. If it is red, keep it in the shed”. Makes you shake in your boots, doesn’t it? Yes, life here on the acreage is not with­out dan­ger. And you thought farm life was easy?  Well now you know. Have a good one.