Living on the coast this time of year leaves us always wondering when the last opportunity will be to mow the field.
Last week we had a lovely stretch of weather and he buzzed over the field for perhaps the last time this year.
Once finished. .
he parked the tractor beside the shop for it's last cleanup of the season before it gets parked inside until the snow blows.
Grandgirlie looked at the tractor sitting all nice and clean and thought it was fitting that she take one ride around the field herself.
Sitting very still and firmly planted on Grandpa's lap ..
she rode like a little farm girl in a parade . .
waving at the horses next door and Grammie on the far side of the field.
We are both pretty happy to be the farmer's girl.
All for now. .