Dig This

Last year we bought a mule. Her name was Dinah. She was a sweetie, but strong as ... well ... a mule. Stubborn too. Seems all the cliches about mules are based on fact.

I went to a charity auction and bid on this plow. For the back of the mule.

So when we got rid of Dinah the mule (she really tried hard to kill my father in law) I thought we'd never see the plow actually get to work.

Too bad. It's a really nice plow. Total frame-up rebuild with new handles all the way from Vermont.

Well today Robin and her dad hitched up the plow to the tractor. Damn. Nice straight rows the first time out. It's sooooooo good to play the record, saw on the fiddle, and yes...actually plow with the plow.

I was online with some friends last night talking all about life and spirituality and stuff...and then this morning there I was scattering seeds like the parable. Using that learning too I guess.

Here's Robin and the plow. I am a very blessed man.