Well I’ve been away from here much longer than I intended. Farm life is just full of constant surprises. And it seems that for some reason, even after 50-someodd years of living on this planet, I can’t seem to remember that winter follows fall. I seem to find myself each year about this time suddenly rushing around winterizing outside faucets, putting away hoses, stocking up on feed for the goats, and countless other little chores.
Which is all bad enough, but then there’s all the small engines. A farm usually has several to many devices that run on gas or diesel. Lots of little engines to prepare for storage, or else, you’ll have nothing start in the spring.
So I’ve encountered four dead batteries and two flat tires on various machines designed to make life easier. It’s never a simple fix either. Tires have to removed and taken down to the local tire fix-it shop. And, as I mentioned above, since I wait until it’s already cold to begin my preps, I have the unmatched pleasure of working in thirty degrees with a wind chill of something in the teens. The biggest problem is that my eyes won’t stop watering long enough to see anything.
I could try goggles, I suppose.
So, that’s where I’ve been lately, recharging, removing, replacing, repositioning. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
It would be nice though, just once, to do all these things while the temps are still in the fifties.
Maybe next year.