Just after lunch, Alan, our friend who farms our land, went by our house, driving an old 'Farmall' tractor, on his way to till the far field in preparation for the planting of barley. I waved as he passed by but an hour later, he was walking. His tractor broke down and he walked back to ask for a ride home. Now farmers don't walk much so that walk was not pleasing to him but he was laughing about it as I dove him home. He knew what was the matter with the tractor so he intended to return with tools and complete the task. Being a farmer means you must be a good mechanic.
While at their farm, I stopped to chat with Tammy. All five children are in school and she was busy baking 2000 gobs, to sell at the Bedford Fall Fair the week after next. Brian was picking beans to be sold at the Farmer's Market tomorrow and a man was buying several bushels of potatoes that Brian was yet to dig today.
Jacob, the 14 year old, is playing a football game tonight in Everett at 6:30. He is a good player, quick and strong but not big but he plays on both offense and defense. Ken does not like to drive these windy roads at night so we probably won't go to see the game but I would love to attend. Of course, all the Jay Family will be out in force. No telling what will happen in a high school football game.
Ken and I drove in the Gator all around the farm and came upon Alan, Brian and a friend working on the tractor, right in the middle of the field. Just as we drove up the hill to our farm they were on the way back to their home. The tractor is fixed but will await another day to complete the task on the field. The life of a farmer is always unpredictable, something Alan likes about his job.
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