Most of the club members haul their tractors to the site where a tractor drive starts, then unload them and go on the ride. We don't have a trailer big enough for the 1855 Oliver. Cliff is working on restoring a little 550 Oliver that we will be able to haul, but it isn't nearly finished; and there's an old John Deere waiting in the wings. Probably if he hadn't had that sick spell in the spring, at least one of those would be done, but he was really out of commission there for awhile. So we ride for long distances at speeds of perhaps twenty miles per hour to get in line with other tractors and ride some more.
Speaking of his illness, at this point it's easy to forget how scared we both were at the time, and how terribly sick he was. He is back to normal, enjoying his meals and life in general, with only the aches and pains of arthritis to slow him down. Every once in awhile I remember things the surgeon said that shook me up: "I looked at the other surgeon and said, 'How are we going to fix this?'"
And, in answer to my complaints that Cliff wasn't eating anything, "He won't have an appetite for a long time. He could be dead right now."
And remembering that, I'm thankful that I can still accompany my husband on tractor rides.
My garden this year is pathetic, and we are now in a state of drought again. We had such a cold, late spring that everything is delayed. Last year by this time I had all the tomatoes canned that I needed, had scalded my belly while canning them, and was giving the rest of my crop away. This year I have only green tomatoes so far, the biggest ones no bigger than a tennis ball.
|She pecks at the flowers on my shirt.|
We are both looking forward to having a baby around after Cora is born. I won't be buying any bottle calves this fall, and my garden may shrink in size next year, because Cliff and I both intend to make the baby a priority. She may be our last chance to bond with an infant, so we are going to take advantage of the opportunity. Her mom works a four-day week, so that gives us three-day weekends. In case we want to take off and go to Branson or St. Louis, we can do so.
And finally I'll leave you with a picture of our new neighbors' huge barn. They have horses, and apparently there will be an indoor riding arena.