Welcome to our front porch.
See the rows in the field out front?
Everyone who knows us and has driven by our house recently has one question… WHAT is going on out there?
As long as we’ve lived here, and for many years before that, the pasture in front of our house has been just that… a pasture. Many a cow has called it home in the winter and spring months, and many a hay bale has been baled on it in the summer months. But this year, the farm is growing watermelons out there.
Annabelle has been over-seeing this watermelon deal from the beginning. She stands in either my office or her playroom window or occasionally at our front door and sees about the melon patch EVERY day. She watches the tractors and loaders and gator and trucks as they work their way down our drive and through the field, all the while giving me the low-down. Ironically, EVERY truck and tractor that passes is “Ah-um.” Our girl has a Texas-sized tender spot in her heart for her Uncle Adam.
He knew she’d been watching him all week from inside the house, so on Saturday, he promised her a tractor ride.
Miss Priss was all ready to go. Decked out in her water “doots” (as she calls them) and Whitehurst Cattle Company T-shirt. She looked like she was born to be on the farm crew. Except for the pink and red boots and hair bow. :)
So off they went. Adam was doing something that needed done (in other words I don’t have a clue) and the girls were along for the ride. DW and I watched from our front porch and laughed every time the horn beeped, which was A LOT. Uncle Adam was probably regretting showing AB where it was.
After making it down one row and back up another, AB was ready to clock out…
She was walking taller all day. Big, big stuff…that’s what she is.