Swap meets, broken purchases, and gardening

That's about the extent of my life at present.  Yesterday we wanted a destination for our motorcycle ride, and there was a swap meet sponsored by an antique tractor club at Platte City; seemed like a good idea.  
Friends, if your husband messes around with old tractors and is going to a swap meet sixty-five miles from home, do not ride your motorcycle.  There were all kinds of "man toys" there, most of them pretty big and heavy.  
Cliff bought an older drill motor, which was no big deal; it fit in the trunk of the motorcycle.  And then he found a big electric hoist and started salivating.  
"How much do you think it would cost?" I asked.  
"Oh, around $500 at least."  
About that time the owner of this particular batch of junk approached, and Cliff said, "How much for that hoist?"  
"Well, there's a story about that," the guy said.  And he went on to explain that it didn't quite work right, and said he'd take a hundred bucks for it.  
This is the sort of challenge Cliff loves because he might be able to get it working; although at $100, it's somewhat of a risk.  Of course there was no way of getting it home on the Gold Wing.  So Cliff gave the man some money to hold it and we'll go after it today in the car.; you know, because gas is so cheap and all.  
I'm not griping; stuff like that comes out of his tractor fund, so it's neither here nor there to me.    
I've put up fence for the peas to grow on, and I risked planting two short rows of corn, mainly because Cliff noticed some farmers already planting corn.  It's early yet, but it might not get killed by frost.  I'm going to risk setting out a couple of tomato plants in a few days, too.  
Yesterday I ate seven grapefruits, all by myself; I'm not even a bit ashamed about it.  I've already had two today, and I plan to try and surpass yesterday's record.  
Trees are getting leaves, flowers are blooming, and birds are singing.  I now await the arrival of my first hummingbirds of the year.