Big Green Tractor

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?

WATERMELONS, that’s what…

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.

The land was plowed and fertilized and nearly-perfect rows were laid out, just waiting for the drip tape and plastic to be laid, too.

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.

Not one to break a promise, on Saturday mid-morning, we heard the tractor pull up and the horn beep…

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. :)

This big green tractor is so fancy it even has a “buddy-seat”… AB wasn’t interested in sitting in it, though. She thought “Aunt Nen” needed to sit there.

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…

But not before paying Uncle Adam with a kiss for the “cack-ter” ride.

I love this pic. Up close, you can see both DW and Lauren smiling from ear to ear. A certain curly-headed, blue-eyed girl does that to ALL of us around here.

So what did little miss think of her tractor ride?

She was walking taller all day. Big, big stuff…that’s what she is.

~amw~