July 16, 2007
It's baling season, and I have recently had the distinguished pleasure of experiencing that first-hand. Since I didn't grow up on a farm, Greg has promised me a tractor ride for a year and a half now. Two weeks ago, it was time for my ride. I called Greg, who was out in the field with his dad, and he told me about how they had lost a person who was helping them bale. Eventually the conversation came around to the fact that they could really use some help. So, I have been initiated... And, I did get my tractor ride at the end of the evening! I was sort of mezmerized, watching the baler pick up the straw, munch it down, and then spit out a bale onto the wagon in tow. I kept trying to get Greg to kick it high enough to get into wagon #2, but he didn't.
Since I forgot my camera, I asked if I could come again, so this last Saturday, I had a second tractor ride... I forgot my camera, though, so I asked if I could get one some other time... Greg thinks he is seeing a pattern here.
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