Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Summer Things...(2nd Try)

Note: For some reason my first try at this post did not show any of the pictures, so I have re-posted sans the former comments. Please do let me know if you have any problems viewing this post. I suspect Blogger is up to something...

The weekend before this last one saw us at a tractor show north of town. It was a fairly small event but reminded both my Hired-Hand-With-Benefits and myself of something we don't see often here. Tractors. The inspiration for going to this event was my HH looking for a new transmission for the small garden tractor he uses about the place. The old Craftsman had died a slow, horrible death and try as he might it could not be resuscitated for love nor money. Parts had been replaced to no avail. It was dead. This prompted the ordering of a new and a bit larger garden tractor. I have yet to hear if any of the accessories fits the new one. A major piece is the snow thrower which makes easier work in clearing out the snows of winter.

I love old farm equipment. Well, I guess I have to qualify that a bit as I like new farm equipment just as much. I had instilled in my character the love of good tools from a father who took me to countless hardware stores looking for items to make life easier.
My HH will tell you, I have never balked at anyone in the family getting some sort of tool or equipment to make life easier or more efficient. I am a big believer in the right tool for the right job.
Now, that being said, I also grew up in a family where each of us ended up with our own toolbox due to Dad grousing at someone who had used his tools without permission or put them back dirty or in the wrong place, usually my brother. This tradition has carried on in this family as well although a bit of "friendly" tool robbing occurs from time to time.
And this attitude goes as far as to in the kitchen (proper cooking implements) and wool working equipment: good spinning wheels, carding machine, looms, etc. Dad instilled the value of our time being worth something early on in life. If it was worthy enough to do correctly, it was worthy of time...a valuable commodity in itself.
So, the short of it is we enjoyed seeing all the tractors although I didn't see one Allis Chalmers tractor among the ones on display - those mainly John Deere and International Harvesters. I guess it's a Midwest thing, but I have fond memories of driving an Allis from time to time.

I also wanted to share this daisy with you. When I was married, almost 32 years ago now, I carried a bouquet of yellow roses and daisies. Not until later would I find that my mother had saved the seeds from those daisy flower heads for me. On the return from living in Germany, I was given a baggie filled with the seeds from that very bouquet, then about five years old. that baggie was placed away and I didn't come across it again until we moved into this place in '92. I took a chance and planted the seeds.
I've always admired daisies for their strength of character. They hadn't failed me and came up with vigor. The first plant from those seeds eventually succumbed to age, but not before it left "babies" for me to keep. Every summer it reminds me not only of my wedding, but of the mother who believed...in the daisies and in me. Mom passed away in '83, but I still feel the connection through these blossoms.

And the final picture is of lily plants in our "pond" that were given to us by our cat vet, Dr. Bill and his wife, Melanie. We weren't sure they would make it through a winter in our area (they have a backyard pond in town), but they have. It's been a joy to see them bloom and grow.
In pondering over the flowers coming up, some against the odds, I have come to re-think and take stock in the saying, "Bloom where you're planted". I'll try to remember that, Mom.

5 comments:

Tammy said...

My Dad has an old Allis. Big old thing, and it does a pretty good job of getting the big bales out for my sheep. Love the daisy story! That is so cool. :-)
Tammy

Tina T-P said...

Tractor show - all right - cool that you still have the "relatives" of your daisies. Our pond has gone to rack & ruin - maybe after the fair is over, he'll work on it. I miss the waterfall noise. T.

Michelle at Boulderneigh said...

No problems viewing the post, and I'm very glad, for I wouldn't have wanted to miss your daisy story. :-)

Mim said...

I love your stories of tools and family plants! I have two house plants that came down threw the family for almost 6o years now. They are my link to my Dad and my Grandmother who are both gone but never forgotten. My Dad built homes and I have some of his tools too. I still use them around the barn.

~~Sittin.n.Spinnin said...

I love daisys also, they have always been my favorite flower, for thier beauty, strength and simplicity. Yours is a very touching story, what a wonderful connection for you to have to your past, to your wedding day and to your late Mother.