When a City Girl Goes Country

By Annette Bridges

Square baling season came late last year. Spring rains delayed spraying weeds, fertilizing and our first cutting that is always round bales for our cows. Hard to believe the last day of July would have been my first ride on my trusty red tractor for us to pick up our first cutting of square bales.

It bamboozles me to think this is my 41st summer of hauling hay with my country boy. I must say I’m pretty darn good at getting bales in the loader these days, even when turning to go down a new row.
Still, there was one bale that I missed. I totally misjudged the angle that was needed. I had to stop and my poor hot husband had to climb down the loader to get the bale realigned so it would go up. I felt horrible and was so disappointed with myself.

As we continued on to pick up the remaining bales, I started to reason with myself. As usual, there’s something about driving my trusty red on a hot summer that inspires grand epiphanies for me.

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