tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171402.post4866331528615981152..comments2024-03-21T19:13:52.584-04:00Comments on Northview Diary: Ingenuitythreecolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05811004278088768813noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171402.post-71979091257944414122016-02-10T12:57:06.908-05:002016-02-10T12:57:06.908-05:00Linda, it's a good thing I liked it because a ...Linda, it's a good thing I liked it because a lot of it fell to me. Not very glamorous and relatively easy. Then I learned to run the forage chopper. Big mistake. lol<br /><br />Cathy, your kind words never grow old and always make me feel great, so thank you.<br /><br />Marian, the guys pretty much do it all now. That's what happens when sons come along I guess...mothers end up out of a job. lol.<br /><br />Nita, we are weeks and weeks away from any field work but getting in wood, which really doesn't count. I wrote many columns in my head while raking and counted many interesting birds. Sometimes I rode with the boss and he "auctioned off" the Barn Swallows, practicing his auction chant.threecolliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05811004278088768813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171402.post-44976467361367509122016-02-10T08:43:54.685-05:002016-02-10T08:43:54.685-05:00Something about raking...I love it too, and especi...Something about raking...I love it too, and especially borrowing our friend's tandem rake that was home built too. Ii dragged the first pasture yesterday, and it is about the same, your mind can wander a bit, but not too much if you want a decent looking job.Throwback at Trapper Creekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12418370592659531735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171402.post-52381380131280363422016-02-09T23:27:47.011-05:002016-02-09T23:27:47.011-05:00I used to love raking hay as a teenager, too. Thes...I used to love raking hay as a teenager, too. These days, we have it all done by a contractor's rake/tedder with massive folding arms in a fraction of the time. Great for getting the hay in before rain but less time spent to mull things over quietly.Marian Macdonaldhttp://milkmaidmarian.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171402.post-19302272593997953852016-02-09T18:29:57.417-05:002016-02-09T18:29:57.417-05:00Wish there were more words to frame all your posts...Wish there were more words to frame all your posts. If you're tired of "informative," "funny," " beautiful," "lovely," "nostalgically poignant," . . . . well, they really do draw the heart's compass point toward understanding a life lived fully and in full awareness.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00548755592157386484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171402.post-30095511308871554622016-02-09T13:43:11.167-05:002016-02-09T13:43:11.167-05:00I loved raking hay...baling I had to pay way too m...I loved raking hay...baling I had to pay way too much attention....summer fallowing was another "thinking" tractor job I liked too.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07183448760614051130noreply@blogger.com