As you know, my internet peeps
, Chris, the boys and I just moved into our new home. We’ve been here four weeks and one day.
And we’re still fascinated with it.
Now, it is a bigger house
than we are used to and we do have a bigger yard, which I prefer to call the land
Chris and I have spent many hours outside workin’ the land
. And what I mean by workin’ the land
is workin’ on clearing out the woods on our 1.1 acre lot on a cul-de-sac
out in our neighborhood. Some of you country folk may think that we are still in suburbia.
Rest assured, WE ARE NOT.
We are country people now
. We got ourselves a zero-turn mower
, which we affectionately call the tractor
, and it has a trailer that will haul a lot of brush and even take the boys on a hayride. AND yours truly
can actually drive that sucker.
And I can use a drill.
And a chop saw.
And a band saw.
And a drill press.
But not a table saw. SCARE-REE
Back to the land….
So, we’re workin’ the land
this past Saturday but only for TWO LONG HOURS because we had to get inside to see us some TEXAS LONGHORNS basketball. Hook ’em
. (Priorities, people. It’s almost March Madness, for cryin’ out loud.)
And it dawned on me that people who worked their own land long ago and even still to this day, those people are usually very skinny people.
Think about it for a minute. They are, aren’t they?
They didn’t need ellipticals
or bowflex machines
. Nosireebob. They just hauled and squatted and lifted and walked and herded.
So, I’m thinkin’ this workin’ the land
stuff is my kind of cardio. I’m a gal who doesn’t mind gettin’ dirty
because hey, THERE’S A JACUZZI TUB in my new master bath to take all that dirt off. Wha??? Don’t all farmers have these?
I’m just sayin’.
Bless you and thank you for reading. Amen.