Somehow I managed to break our tractor. Yup – it was me. Just after we got back from Woodford I took the tractor for a hoon around the paddock to slash the grass along where I walk daily, as I hate the dew in the mornings hitting me on my bare skin.
As I was cutting the grass the engine was running hotter than usual and just didn’t seem right. Turns out I blew a tyre. After talking to a few folk we found the best place to take the tyre which was our local tyre guys. $20 later we had our tyre back in shape with the tube back on, raring to go.
Stoked that it only cost $20 to fix it and, half an hour to mend, we went home to put the tyre back on and get back to the slashing.
Isla has taken on board that she is a farm girl and is Roy’s second set of hands. Isla can you pass me a spanner, how about a piece of grass or better yet can you help me turn the tyre wrench. Our little lady seems to love helping her dad with the farm work, finding it all very fascinating, while getting a few extra cuddles in.
Often I think how lucky Isla is to grow up among long grass, a flock of chickens, puddles of mud, eat organic veggies and enjoy the outdoors. I am sure one day she will let me know that she no longer wants to help pull the weeds in the veggie garden. Right now though life is curious and she wants to know how all things work, especially what her dad is doing.
Were you a mummy’s girl/boy or a daddy’s girl/boy?
Me, I was a daddy’s girl too, helping fix cars, paint fences, plant veggies and the list can go on and on.