A WHEELBARROW AND A RAKE

Monday

Linda

Wild Violets

When you live on a farm you have to get work done while the sun shines and Pot Hole Farm is no exception. We had plenty of sun beams streaming this morning so I thought it was a good time to rake up the fallen branches and debris in the yard. A wheelbarrow and rake…what more could a girl ask for? With the warmer days and rain showers the grass has been growing like Rip Van Winkles beard. It’s time for the lawn mower to come out of winter storage to give the grass a well needed trim, but it won’t be today with a storm on the horizon.

I’m not the only one with this idea. When I rode down to the Country Store this morning to pick up some bread I saw two of my neighbors buzzing around the yard on their lawn mowers. It always reminds me of those clowns in the little car racing around the ring of the circus Big Top. I know I look like that too when I cut grass. No one goes at a slow speed.  We always have the mower in top gear cutting rows back and forth through the grass and making circles around obstacles. Sonny can lean down and pick up a stray dog toy and never slow up. I on the other hand would end up in the creek.

Of course I had my crew working with me today. Ruby, Moby and the chickens. The guineas were off working in another department, but I have heard rumblings of a strike. Those guineas are all union. Ruby pulled out more sticks as fast I could rake them up and the chickens and Moby inspected all my work. Slave drivers. I think I deserve a raise.

I think I better get the Quality Control Supervisors over here.

Looks like production is slow. Tell her to get a move on.

Break Time.

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2 Responses to A WHEELBARROW AND A RAKE

  1. Rich Wilson says:

    Linda,

    Seems your the life of the party. After all your hard work, everyone (every living being there at the Pot Hole Farm) has to check up on what you’ve done. Just super!
    Love the pics and story!!

    Cheers,
    Rich

  2. James Bates says:

    well good to see good weather, and warm days at POF. Those silly chickens, reckon they are looking for bugs stired up in the rakings. When my dad had chickens they hung close to where I was working, and everynow and then I would pick something up and roaches galore would race to a safe covering, but half or so would be goggbled up by the chickens. Glad winter is over for you up there.

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