And so, the grass is VERY tall between the rows...
And, The Farmer needs some help getting it all cut down...
And then, this is what happens:
Yep, I actually have to drive that little tractor he bought for me.
Look at me, smiling there...the epitome of the Happy Farmer's Wife. What else would I be doing on a Monday afternoon after all?
Well, frankly, I had thought of a not a few things, but I did realize that this was urgent, important, imperative!! And so I got my coffee (caffeinated) and my bag of chocolate kisses, licorice, and salted mixed nuts, turned on the radio and had at it!
And it was all good...for the first 3 hours...But then my disorder kicked in. You see, I cannot seem to ride or drive in any vehicle for an extended period of time without getting sleepy. First, just a little tired. Then, well, a little drowsy...and then the heavy-liddedness, and head-dropping-into-your-lap sleepiness begins to threaten the lives of all plants that are confined to straight rows...Not to mention the goodwill between a Farmer and his plant-murdering Wife.
It finally got so bad that I stopped the tractor and went to the house to eat ice cream. Hey! What else can one do? And you might note, for future reference, that ice cream is a very effective antidote to sleepiness, and my personal favorite as well. Of course, The Farmer said, "You're sleepy? You should turn on the air-conditioning." Of course, I knew he would say this -- because he always says this. "Keep it cool! That will keep you awake." He doesn't get it. When I keep it cool, I am cold. When I am cold, I want a blanket. When I have a blanket, I want to sleep...Uh-huh...it's always that way...but he will say it next time too.
Anyway, I revived, and finished the job...and was glad to be done because it came to me that at about 4 hours of tractor time, I start to want to hit somebody. There is just no rational reason for this feeling...it just comes over me. I take it as evidence that women are not supposed to drive tractor for more than 3.5 hours at a time. Another piece of evidence for this is that, anatomically speaking, women are not made to be far away from restrooms, or at least bushes. Back in the day, Before Kids, I was Randy's hired man, and drove tractor for 8 -10 hours per day...Many was the hour that I reflected on this truth, firmly believing it was a sign of God's design for women's occupations. It was another of the many reasons I was thrilled to switch from Farmerette, to Full-Time Mom, part-time Farmerette.
But I digress...as usual...
In the end, I mowed all of this:
And all of that tall grass is now lying around like this:
...and most of the time our feet look like this:
And soon I will get to see all that grass I cut down again...when it comes in the mud room.
That's April for you!