Old Grey has been on our farm for 22 years. 22 fertilizer seasons of running around loaded down from field to field. 22 summers of hauling grass seed, clover, wheat, even filberts on long hot days. 22 years of wear, tear, washing and waxing before each season.
I realize it might seem silly to have an attachment to just a piece of equipment on our farm, but silly or not, I was sad to see her go. Maybe it’s because I always think back when I was a kid and that steering wheel seemed so big! I can perfectly imagine it’s what Hoot is thinking right as I took the photo below! Or maybe it’s the memories later, sitting in the driver’s seat of Old Grey, learning how to drive a semi, while dad sat in the passenger side and told me to “Take it easy on her!” and inevitably cringing while I grinded every gear heading down the road. Old Grey is the truck that didn’t have the get up and go of her new counterparts at our farm, but I’ll be dammed if she didn’t always get you where you wanted to go….eventually.We bought a new truck that is currently being put together, painted up all pretty and shiny. She’s newer than Old Grey by a long shot, has more horsepower, and will be a great addition to our farm. When we bought her and made the decision to sell Old Grey, it was the end of an era. This is the first large purchase that Matt and I have made since buying the farm from my parents. In a way Old Grey represents the past generation on our farm and the transition to the next.
So while Hoot was farming with me on Friday, we went to say our goodbyes. I gave our boy, generation number 4 a chance to stand on the seat and pull the horn one last time, just like I did growing up.
Obviously Hoot didn’t quite feel as sentimental as me, he was just excited to go see the combines haha! But regardless I said my thank yous for being such a great part of our farm, and for always getting us where we needed to be….eventually.
A few weeks ago I wrote about how my “business attire” wardrobe may not be as extensive as my non-farmer friends. Considering as farmers, Shelly Davis and I both wore the same EXACT outfits as the last time we dressed up together…oops! But the I have to say I really enjoyed everything from the prep for this talk to the actual end result of our keynote for the Dunn Carney Ag Summit entitled, “Our Ag Story, What’s Yours?”.
Shelly shared our transcript on her blog last week, so if you’re interested please click here, or head over to Daughter of a Trucker’s blog to see what we said.
If you’re more of a video type, I have uploaded from Facebook live onto YouTube our keynote. It’s not great audio, and it is in two parts because the WiFi was being funky. So if you are patient and you have a low tolerance for video quality, the message is still (in my humble opinion) top notch and spot on!
I’ll leave you with this last thought from Shelly,
“The point is advocating on behalf of the entire agriculture industry can be exhausting and take up too much time. You do it, I do it, we do it because it benefits us, our farm, and more importantly our future farm.”
As a mom of young little men, 2 & 1…I am glad that I get to stay home one day a week with them and just be a mom. While this isn’t really the case because cells phones make it impossible (in good ways and bad) to be completely disconnected from the farm, I truly enjoy that mid-week time that we get to hang out.
Yesterday it wasn’t raining and made for a great day to get outside and play! Auggie is getting to be quite the walker (soon to be runner!) and Hoot just finds adventure at every turn! Yesterday was just one of those great days. One that I know I’ll look back on and miss once the boys are jumping on a school bus in the morning, or worse yet jumping in their car and driving to school (heaven forbid!).
It’s not always easy to find balance between farming, raising crops…raising kids, disciplining, loving, and generally feeling totally at ease with how life is going, actually if I were to be honest here I know I’m not alone in saying, for me it’s a struggle. But there are moments, and yesterday was one that I felt like we were in a good place. I got to do some soaking in of those small boys just being boys. We made some memories and man was it nice!
Happy Friday everyone!