Mud.

Because Liberty leads a more interesting life than I, part two.

Burying tractors/sprayers/semis in muddy fields is a normal occurrence in the spring. Thankfully, farming requires large machines that can help pull things out of the mud, and farmers are quick to help. I do think they practically enjoy it, even. They hire the elevator to spray/spread fertilizer on their fields, and usually this is happening when fields are wet from spring rains. Even Blaine has had his semi stuck and pulled out by a tractor when he was hauling grain off a field. Mud abounds in the spring.

The fertilizer department Liberty works for has constant ribbing going on for people getting stuck. Printed photos of stuck machines hang on doors and walls as a reminder of how badly each of them outdid the others. A few weeks ago, Liberty made the wall of shame. (Actually, it was on the front door.)

Up close, for clarity:

Last week, when her boss had to call her while she was home after hours to pull him out, Pierce got to ride along.

I do think her boss might have beat her for tread depth that time. The photo of him, super unimpressed with being made to mark the occasion with a photograph, shall remain off the internet. Trust me when I say it was funny.

Liberty works in a “man’s world” – but she has a lot of fun holding her own in it. It’s fun to see. Her stories are the best. She’s not the timid little girl she was anymore. She’s confident, funny, and holds her own with the best of them. I’m so proud of her!

 

P.s. Just for the record, when people tell you that your kids grow up so fast, and the years fly… they aren’t lying. This super-capable 19-year-old daughter of mine, driving tractors and semis and skidders and giving her boss a hard time, was this teeny girl only five years ago. (And her now grumpy old dog was teeny too!)

P.P.S. This photo was taken in the dog kennel. The dog kennel that is now the bunkhouse. That white dog in the background stands where my bed is now. The trash can back there is where a crib sits for Lachlan, and Creed’s bed next to that. How things have changed. If I’d have known then what I know now… well, some things are best to not have known.