It wasn’t the daffodils blooming, or the robins hopping around, nor was it the occasional buzzard sighting that led me to believe spring has arrived. I relied on much more obvious clues in the forms of large farm machinery. The tractors are coming out of hibernation as farmers begin to make preparations for planting! This weekend the sun was shining and temperatures mild. In my hometown that meant it was time to spread some spring fertilizer on the fields.
At my parents farm it was all about the pasture. This last summer was tough on pasture. With little rain and little growth the grass was hit pretty hard. So this weekend the cattle that were still roaming the pasture away from the hay rings were jerked off and put up in the dry lots, while my dad applied a little TLC to the pastures. Here is a photo of the action!
Another sign of spring is the garden seed catalogs that arrive by the bundle in the mail. We will be planting potatoes here very soon. My family has a tradition of planting potatoes around St. Patrick’s Day, weather permitting. We buy seed potatoes through the local grocery store in town.
The store called on Friday to let my folks know that they were in. On Saturday morning my dad informed me and my husband that while in town that morning we needed to stop by and pick them up. I asked him if they had been paid for. His answer was yes, mom had already paid for them all we had to do was pick them up.
So we get to the store, picked up the potatoes from the back and walked out of the store. When we get back home, my mom looks at us and asked how much she owed us… I was really confused, as we didn’t pay for them. I just smiled and said you should know, as I thought she had already paid for them. To my dismay we learned that no one had in fact paid for the potatoes! My husband and I were tater bandits! Another perk to living in a small town…this wasn’t a big deal, and we did go back and pay for them later that afternoon. But I have now been exposed to a life of crime!!