Sunday, May 18, 2014

A Peek into the Future

Yesterday had Secret Agent Farming Man out on the tractor cutting hay.  Doesn't that sound like a peaceful, farming endeavor?  




Except, the young man of the house was working for a local farmer yesterday and I was then dubbed, "Farm Assistant".  Possibly that is not the word I would choose, so you can use your imagination.  



Let's just say that the sickle bar mower was not cooperative at first and required me to hike up this hillside a few times.  

It is possible I used foul language yesterday.  

Things are not looking good for me when the young man moves out and on with his life.  

A good, "Farm Assistant",  I am not.......



26 comments:

  1. thanks for the laugh! i've heard horror stories on sickle bar mowing from my neighbors. :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. LOL - I wouldn't know the first thing!
    Love the photo's. :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Had to chuckle at the just possible comment....

    ReplyDelete
  4. Could be worse, you could use a scythe like I do!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Your options are to have your daughter become the assistant or quickly have another son.. :-)
    ((hugs)), Teresa :-)

    ReplyDelete
  6. lol....I can just imagine...

    ReplyDelete
  7. I know this all too well- I had to help put hay up in the barn last year and my body told me all about it for weeks. Good luck!

    ReplyDelete
  8. I tried to make my wife my "Farm Assistant" years ago and quickly gave that idea up. I'll just go get one of my friends to help. Probably one of the reasons we've been married 32 years ;).

    ReplyDelete
  9. lol, great post and photos.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Well, looking ahead and all. Can you rent out his room to a hired hand when he leaves?????? One who'll work for room and board??? Just saying.......

    I didn't care for that Farm Assistant job much and, thankfully, I didn't have to do it much. That's what brothers are for. :)

    ReplyDelete
  11. :-) And here's me dreaming of driving a tractor...

    ReplyDelete
  12. I needed some humour to start the day off. Thank you. :)

    ReplyDelete
  13. Was "Farm Assistant" listed in the fine print way back when? Funny...from the outside. :-)

    ReplyDelete
  14. Didn't you read the fine print when you moved to the farmette? :-)

    ReplyDelete
  15. Well sometimes a swear word or two makes us feel better. A bit jealous of your tractor, she's a beauty and the pasture of HAY is dreamy!

    ReplyDelete
  16. I have been a (very bad) farm assistant a few times, when I was young!

    ReplyDelete
  17. Now that is what I call a sweet green pasture!! I tell my husband at least once a week that I deserve to be called his TOP assistant, because I am the one who has to clean all the dirt and so forth that comes from the farm.....off of my floors! LOL,.... cute post!!

    ReplyDelete
  18. hehe, foul language often helps!!

    ReplyDelete
  19. Oh dear...I am know to let a few expletives escape my lips every now and then. Running up that hill would be good exercise.

    ReplyDelete
  20. practice makes perfect......you will get better! Blessings~~~Roxie

    ReplyDelete
  21. That's the thing with sons- they're so useful! I hope mine don't move too far away in the future, too- I need their young, capable bodies!

    ReplyDelete
  22. Hey, I possibly use bad language if a golf ball rolls into a pond. At least you had better reasons! (And, yes, you will have many anticipated and some unanticipated changes when the young man moves on.)

    ReplyDelete
  23. After being in similar situations, I also imagine that hill is a lot bigger than it looks when it requires walking instead of riding!

    ReplyDelete