Well, it’s happened. I have become a farmer. Or at least in my own mind.
It’s not about land, it’s not about crops, it’s not about animals, it’s all about the toys.
On the farm we have a cherry picker, 2 tractors, 2 utes, a zero-turn-radius mower, a leaf blower, 2 chain saws, a trailer, a mulcher, an air compressor, a generator, oh gosh, the list goes on and on. I’m a city girl (or at least a suburban one) and so the biggest piece of equipment I’ve had to manage in the past was a flymo. Now I’m surrounded by powerful and mildly intimidating pieces of stinky, noisy metal. But it takes more than a pull cord to daunt this little lady. I’ve done it, I’ve put my toe in the water. I lassoed myself a mower and lookee!
Then I decided it was time to get to mulching. My mower has a convenient little tow bar on the back, perfect for my cute little trailer.
Oh yeah, I’m a farmer alright. If the toys aren’t enough to define me as such, check out my outfit – work gloves, safety glasses, ear protectors, steel-toed boots and a very stylish pair of overalls.