Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Grass is Growing

. . . on the bush-hog?

After John finished mowing at Smith Farm a couple of weeks ago, monsoon season hit. Between the rain and the sultry weather, we didn't have a chance to move the tractor back home to the barn—until this morning. So, the tractor sat out in the open and nature took its course. The result: a crop of grass on the bush-hog. And elsewhere on the tractor, too.

Grass is growing in the tractor's tool storage area:

. . . and in whatever this part is called:

The crop didn't seem to affect how the tractor ran, though.

Now, we need a herd of little, teeny critters to graze on the bush-hog. Too bad miniature horses aren't that miniature.

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Blogger Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

You should borrow a couple of Kelly's Breyer horses and set them all up on it.

4:23 PM  
Blogger Amy Tate said...

No doubt! It didn't take that grass long to grow. I suppose grass is better than other slimy critters growing on it.

7:41 PM  

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