Oh Howe I miss the good ol' days

Don't you?

I went through my pictures today and found this one. It was just one year ago that we posed for it. I think it captures the essence of the farming adventure. If you take a good look at everyone's expressions you can see how it is. And notice the attire. It just might be that everyone is wearing a pair of Dad's jeans. Maybe not Martha...but if you come to WY we'll certainly find you a pair of pants, a pair of gloves, a workshirt, and a hat so that you will fit right in.

The best part of the farm life is .... well, there's a few right answers for that one. I like the peace and quiet. I like the scarcity of neighbors. I like the idea of working by your own clock, and stopping when it is too hot, or it is time for a nap.

Oh, and tractors are kind of fun to drive...for about 30 minutes. After too long they become monotonous...although that is kind of a hard label to place on a bumpy ride. Maybe long and arduous is a better description.

I think it's interesting (and annoying, I must admit) when you are standing in your kitchen and look out the window at a stampede of cows. You pick up your cell phone and dial the cowboy and say "We've got cows!" and he knows you are talking about them being in your front yard...and not twirling through the air. (You remember "Twister" don't you?) And he tells you to run outside and open the gate and try to herd them into the back pasture. And he sends his brother and sister in law over to help. That is one of the unexpected adventures. Though it happens often enough that you should not be so surprised when it does.

And don't you miss the fresh tomatoes and cucumbers from the garden? I know I do. I didn't get to plant anything this year.