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.......