I'm Not Complaining, Really I'm Not

It's just that, well, we got used to having our own tractor. A really nice tractor that we grew very fond of. Hammond Tractor was so nice about sharing a lender with us. They brought out this Kubota. It really is the wrong color. It doesn't match anything on our farm. It balks at putting in fence posts. The hookup for the wood splitter was strange and didn't work. What more could I say. We miss our Deere Girl. We called every couple of days asking about her health and when she would be back in form. Each time we called it was the same story. "We can't figure out what the problem is." Oh unhappy days. It just wasn't the same. The Kubota Kid just didn't fit in. You know what I'm sayin?

We got a call that Deere Girl was back hale and hearty and would be coming home. Oh happy day! Our sweet natured child was coming home. Home to the bosom of her family. Home where she is loved. Home...well I think you get it. She's baaaack. Ain't she pretty? Ah we feel so much better now. She has been back in service. We have already put her to work. She doesn't make strange noises and has a peppy step. Oh, and the Kubota Kid is back on the lot. It's not that we didn't appreciate him. He just didn't fit in.

Like I said, we put her to work immediately.

Still working on this wood pile. Think we will be ready for winter?

Maine where it's cold in winter and wood is plentiful. If your back can keep up. I am really working on my strange association with our tractor. Most people ride by and ooohh and ahhhh about a nice shiny red car. I still oohh and aahh about shiny tractors. Can you guess what my ring tone is? You got it...Big Green Tractor by Jason Aldean. I need serious help.

Much Love and Prayers from Mainely Ewes Farm (strange but lovely people live here).