Really, it followed me home...

Guess what followed me home?? Yeah. I think it is going to be my new best friend. It's not here yet, but I hope to have it here within the week.

The Mister has a very big, too tall, very heavy tractor. It is great for many things we do on the farm. But, he won't let me drive it. And that is fine because I am afraid of it because it is too big for me. It tears up the yard and pastures because of its weight. And, it won't do many of the important jobs I would like for it to do, such as work the gardens and clean the stalls. When I cut wood, I have to either push it in the wheelbarrow (and on 30 acres it isn't easy!) or wait for the Mister to have time to haul it in his tractor. When hay needs moving, I have carry it from one side of the farm where it is stored in the cattle trailer or I have to wait for the Mister. And, when I need anything large moved, well, you get the idea.

In short, it was time for me to have a tractor. The salesman will deliver it and promises to spend as long with me as I need to feel confident with it. I am sure his wife will miss him...

I grew up around tractors. My favorite job on the other farm is to drive the tractor when we pick up hay. I love the smell of the fresh cut hay, the sun on my face, and the almost mermerizing sound of the engine. I love sitting under a tree and eating dinner; I love how healthy I feel when I toss the bales from the trailer to the barn. I don't love the prickels when we cut a rogue blackberry vine into the bale...

So, here I have my new friend. And, she needs a name. What do you suggest?