Woke up to this frozen flower pot full of baby radishes on Saturday morning. It didn't bother them any, but I did lose some seedlings in the greenhouse. I think the low Friday night was 18°F. I didn't do much in the greenhouse on Saturday because I had bigger fish to fry - the recovery of an heirloom.
In 1957 my Grandpap bought a new Ford 860 to use on his farm. After he passed in 1982 all of the farmer stuff of value was auctioned off. Our next door neighbor BJ Blackwell bought the 860 and owned it until he passed a few years back. BJ's son RC asked me awhile back if I'd be interested in buying it back once all of the estate ruckus calmed down. Saturday turned out to be that day.
Pops and I made our way to RC's place, spent a couple hours visiting, and traded a handful of Benjamins for Grandpap's tractor. BJ took good care of it. I doubt that it spent even one night parked outside. There's nothing on it that needs any fixing done. It could use a fresh coat of paint, but I'm going to work it, and I like the patina, so I think I'll leave it as-is cosmetically. I wore blisters on my butt working the fields with this tractor when I was a kid and I'm extremely grateful to RC for allowing it to come home again.
That wasn't all of the tractor fun for the weekend, though. Yesterday I gave Mr. Clarence's clothes back to him, then took him outside and put him to work.
I hadn't yet picked up the brush from trimming orchard trees so I bolted a hitch ball to the drawbar, hooked up the trailer, and we got to it. This is one of three loads, and there's more on the ground out by the pond. Foreman and line boss are taking a break between loads here.
Tucked away until next time...
For a damp, cold, windy, and just generally miserable weekend it turned out alright.