Reliving my youth

For any of you that don’t know my background, I’m originally a farm kid from RURAL!!!! Iowa.

I grew up on a farm and experienced all the perks that come with it. You might not believe it if you see me in my normal day to day activity these days, but I know how to rangle cattle. I can easily tell you the difference between soybeans, corn, and wheat (though admittedly we never grew wheat).

Most importantly…I can drive a tractor.

A few months back, we lost my grandma and now the family has been preparing for an estate auction, which will occur in a couple weeks. 

One of the big steps has been to pull really old farm equipment out of the extremely over grown grove to be viewed and potentially sold on the auction.

Now my dad and my brother, who both live close to grandma’s farm have done the bulk of this work. I helped out one day back in October, as my brother and I had way too much fun with chain saws working our way into the grove to gain access to these various pieces of equipment.

Today I did the same thing again. They were on the verge of having the project done, but we were in town and my brother threw a joking guilt trip my direction to come along and help out. I was up early enough, and since I won’t be able to attend the auction, today was likely the last chance I’ll have to get to the farm…so I took advantage and went over to help out.

I wasn’t dressed for it in any way. I wore shorts, a t-shirt, and sandles to traipse around in an over grown grove and mud…good times.

But all in all it was a good day. We got a lot of work done and muscled (which actually means moved with the tractor) a lot of stuff around. One of these things involved an old pull-behind combine that had been parked in that grove since before I was born. I’d climbed over it countless times as a kid and never thought it would ever move. 

It’s moved now.

Following getting the work done, I helped out my brother by driving his truck home for him and as I was driving I noticed something that hasn’t happened for awhile.

Dirt under my fingernails.

Been awhile since I’ve done anything that gave me that result…but it was a good feeling.

Dirt under the nails and driving a tractor around.

Reliving my youth? Yah maybe…and you know what?

I loved every minute of it.

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