Do I Wanna Be Amish?

Saturday morning the Cowboy brought the leaf blower down to the house. “Close up the house, Mom. I’m gonna blow the leaves off the front porch.”

“Couldn’t we just use a broom?” Stupid question.

“Nope.”

Why do machines cast such a spell over guys? A broom seemed like a logical tool – ok, it takes longer. I could be Amish if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve grown right fond of phones and lights and motorcars and every single luxury. Oh, no! I’m spellbound, too. Haha…sorry Gilligan, I’m stayin’ with the machines.

After the leaves were blown away, we planned a trip to town to get stuff to fix the broken heater hose on the big tractor. How did it break? Don’t know. There are so many dangers lurking…stuff around here gets jabbed, poked, ripped, gashed, cut, shredded, shot, stabbed, poisoned, frozen, electrocuted and burned…. Anyway, I had to make a list of things to buy in town…ohhh, the days when I could just rely on my memory…..Gone! I also had to find the numbers on the filters for another of the tractors…hands and knees and reading glasses….ohhh, the days when I could see up close without reading glasses….Gone!

We picked up the goods in town and came home by another long, winding way that included going over a covered bridge (over or under?...across). I will never tire of dirt roads, and woods, and creeks, and ravines, and bridges…Way out here.

Fixed the tractor, fixed dinner (remember, that’s lunch). The special? Swiss steak, baked potato, broccoli-cauliflower-carrots in cheese sauce, sliced tomatoes. After we ate, the Cowboy mowed along the ponds. I watched…which is almost more than my nerves can take! The obscene angles make me sick. Is it obscene or obtuse? Oh, my wonderful math teachers, I really did pay attention in math. It’s a joke, people…I really know the difference between obscene and obtuse.

I counted 19 different wildflowers out in the pasture. You might call them weeds – they have flowers on them and they’re pretty colors, so they’re wildflowers to me. The Cowboy said they’re weeds, so under the blades they went. waaaaaaaa

No plans for the weekend…. “got hay down.” Don’t ya just love farm talk?