I was born in the country, I was raised in the sun,
Flowers were my pillow when the day's work was done.
Down in the city, shone the bright neon signs...
But I'm a country girl...and that just suits me fine!
Flowers were my pillow when the day's work was done.
Down in the city, shone the bright neon signs...
But I'm a country girl...and that just suits me fine!
Yep, hay season is at it's peak. We are a little later than usual because of the late spring and the continued rain...and it's still raining and interfering with the cutting and baling process, but it's all good! When you love the country life, it's all good!
Here are just a few pictures of the things I love about my country life...
Earl was having one of those days when he ran over a burried riser on the sprinkler line and split the $600 swather tire, so the cutting was shut down. I ran to Heber and got a tube and ran it to the Coop so they could tube the tire...unfortunately, the tube spreads the cut even bigger, so Earl says he will have to do a Grandpa Bisel mend of the tire. (Grandpa Bisel knew a way to fix nearly everything!) So...cutting of hay temporarily shut down.
The knife is not cutting the twine off in the big baler so the knotters can't work properly and the big bales only have 3 strands rather than four. (Even Chris Ottosen couldn't fix that one without ordering a part!) So, the baling is temporarily shut down.
The small bales needed delivered to some hay customers, but because of all the breakdowns, Earl had not been able to get the bale wagon up and running. So...that's when I turned in to Grandma Bisel and called in the kids for help!
Eli tuckered out while they were loading up the hay. He told me later he and the other boys were having "problems" and he got tired. A good nap while hauling hay always makes a little hay hauler feel better!
When we pulled in to Jack Johnson's, his wife LeAnn said, "How did you get two attorneys to haul hay?" I told her, "Well, it is going to be some pretty high-priced hay!" But really, that is the beauty of farm life...once the farm gets in your blood, it never leaves! Throwing 80-lb. bales of hay might be a bit relaxing for both Allen and Rick. Whatever the reason they are willing to do it, we are definitely appreciative! Thank you so much, to our good kids!
Here is the true reason I love the farm...look at Evan -- three years old and Luke 10-years old. They are really moving this big bale of hay! Team-work; belief in oneself; work ethic; exercise; are just a few of the benefits of this life! Thank you so much to our beautiful grandchildren who love to come along with their Dad's and work!
I remember standing on the top of a hay stack and singing at the top of my lungs when I was around Noah's age...sixish. The Spirit touched my soul even at that tender age, assuring me of the beauty of Heavenly Father's creations. I love that these boys have the same opportunity. Thanks to our Father, for all of our many blessings!
I love this scene! I love how my heart feels when I drive down this lane. I love that my brother and his wife, and my sisters and their husbands, and all of our children feel the same way. I love hearing the sound of the sprinklers on the ground, knowing the crops will grow and the cutting, baling and hauling will begin all over again!
Here are just a few pictures of the things I love about my country life...
Earl was having one of those days when he ran over a burried riser on the sprinkler line and split the $600 swather tire, so the cutting was shut down. I ran to Heber and got a tube and ran it to the Coop so they could tube the tire...unfortunately, the tube spreads the cut even bigger, so Earl says he will have to do a Grandpa Bisel mend of the tire. (Grandpa Bisel knew a way to fix nearly everything!) So...cutting of hay temporarily shut down.
The knife is not cutting the twine off in the big baler so the knotters can't work properly and the big bales only have 3 strands rather than four. (Even Chris Ottosen couldn't fix that one without ordering a part!) So, the baling is temporarily shut down.
The small bales needed delivered to some hay customers, but because of all the breakdowns, Earl had not been able to get the bale wagon up and running. So...that's when I turned in to Grandma Bisel and called in the kids for help!
Eli tuckered out while they were loading up the hay. He told me later he and the other boys were having "problems" and he got tired. A good nap while hauling hay always makes a little hay hauler feel better!
When we pulled in to Jack Johnson's, his wife LeAnn said, "How did you get two attorneys to haul hay?" I told her, "Well, it is going to be some pretty high-priced hay!" But really, that is the beauty of farm life...once the farm gets in your blood, it never leaves! Throwing 80-lb. bales of hay might be a bit relaxing for both Allen and Rick. Whatever the reason they are willing to do it, we are definitely appreciative! Thank you so much, to our good kids!
Here is the true reason I love the farm...look at Evan -- three years old and Luke 10-years old. They are really moving this big bale of hay! Team-work; belief in oneself; work ethic; exercise; are just a few of the benefits of this life! Thank you so much to our beautiful grandchildren who love to come along with their Dad's and work!
I remember standing on the top of a hay stack and singing at the top of my lungs when I was around Noah's age...sixish. The Spirit touched my soul even at that tender age, assuring me of the beauty of Heavenly Father's creations. I love that these boys have the same opportunity. Thanks to our Father, for all of our many blessings!
I love this scene! I love how my heart feels when I drive down this lane. I love that my brother and his wife, and my sisters and their husbands, and all of our children feel the same way. I love hearing the sound of the sprinklers on the ground, knowing the crops will grow and the cutting, baling and hauling will begin all over again!Cuz, I'm a country girl,
And that just suits me fine!
And that just suits me fine!
3 comments:
what a beautiful post. makes me want to pack up and move to the country. what a great heritage has been passed to you your children and now your grandchildren. you need to frame that last picture! it's beautiful!
Yep, seeing my children work alongside their dad and grandpa, being spoiled by grandma, and being surrounded with best friends/cousins...that's exactly why we are where we are. And loving it!
What a cute post!! I have to admit... I was a little jealous/sad when Dad said you and he would be on a mission when Rajko was old enough to farm. I guess I better get him working young so that he doesn't miss out on the fun country life!!
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