My Dog Bud

A year ago, I got married. It never occurred to me that I would become a farmer's wife. Now I "are one!" I learned to drive a tractor on July 4, 2005 when Sam was haying. A farmer doesn't abandon the hay just for a holiday if he has that much-needed five-day window of sunshine. So he invited me to the hay fields and taught me to glean with a hay rake he'd attached to a tractor. Little did I know then that I would marry this wonderful man, buy a farm in Eastern New York and learn how to manage an agribusiness. It's happening and I am learning by the seat of my pants. With his wisdom and lots of research, My own healing grit I didn't know I had, I am plugging along - punching holes in little plastic fruit cups for seedlings, filling them with dirt, making connections for creative financing and cooking delicious meals.

My dog, Bud is the sweetest dog ever. He is so attached to me that I am surprised he was willing to ride in the small farm trailer, pulled by Sam's rusty antique Oliver tractor. The dog had such a fit when Sam put me in the Hitachi excavator they had to tie him up while I learning to dig a trench with the big machine. There's no room even for a cat in the cab of this thing but Bud was so determined to get in with me they helped him climb onto the tracks and shoehorn himself between me and the controls.
Conni