We had a tractor...

... that looked something like this:

And after a little work from our cousin James, she now looks like this:

That's a 1947-ish Farmall H. It was the first tractor my mother-in-law learned how to drive when she was young. Hopefully it will be the first tractor my daughters and I learn how to drive too. She looks so nice we almost hate to put her to work, but shortly after she arrived back home, out to the field she went! I can see the grin on Warren's face if he were here to see her. James did a fabulous job fixing her up. If hubby hadn't crashed the Super M into the Great White Oak last summer, she would be next in line for the tractor spa!

Welcome!

Welcome to our home, our history, our life, our adventure. There is never a dull moment here! Today, Uncle Art is visiting to help with hay and we downed more than we're usually comfortable with and....of course, it rained. All over our beautiful mowed hay. We're praying for a warm, sunny day tomorrow to dry it out so that it isn't a total loss.

Sit and stay a spell, just be careful! Those that visit and are asked to stick around are usually put to work (friends know to bring "farm clothes" since no matter what you're tasked with, you WILL get dirty).

Oh yeah...like our trailer? Another adventure. This is the third summer since its purchase and paint job. (That's Warren on the tractor, more on him later.) We've pulled it in at least four parades. All without a floor. Someday we'll get it finished; other projects just keep getting in the way! For now, we still have to borrow a trailer to haul our cattle. Seems kinda silly with this one sitting here. Soon, you will understand.