I was suspicious. "No heavy lifting."
"Not at all," he assured me. "Just a nice walk up to the wheat field to fix some fence."
I brightened. I had my brand new leather gloves in my farm bag and dug them out, adjusted my stocking hat, and said, "OK!"
John pulled into a hay meadow and said, "Let's go."
I looked around. "Let's go where?"
"Follow me!" And off he went.
We went through brush, over a creek, over two fences, and up a mud-slicked hill. And did I mention that the creek had water in it? Running water? I was whapped in the face with sunflower stalks and had my courage tested as I tiptoed over wet and muddy rocks at the creek.
All in all it was a fine adventure. I took a lot of photos and felt like an intrepid explorer. We gained the top of the hill and there was a stiff breeze blowing. I was too warm from exertion and chilly at the same time.
I spied the Bobcat sitting next to the fence that needed repairing. The photos below tell the rest of the story.
|Farmer John fixing fence.|
|Farmer Linda fixing fence.|
OK, I did roll up some barbed wire and did a few other mildly helpful things. But this made a good story, and I'm all about making a good story!
I loved this day tromping over hill and dale (and through the creek) back on the farm.