I spent the lion's share of today weeding the garden. I will run the tiller through it tomorrow. Zucchini, peas, jalapenos so far. Beans, corn, squashes, pumpkin, and peppers, onions coming along. I have got loads of tomatoes, five different varieties, all doing well. That's a happy thing.
A couple days ago, Tim got the tractor stuck brush hogging. It is not the first time. He has a habit of trying to mow just a little bit further than he should. He sunk it deep into the mud. With the brush hog.
Don't ask me why. I have no idea.
Gave him something to do while I worked in the garden. He had something more to occupy him when his new tractor refused to start. He planned to use that to pull out the stuck tractor.
I just stayed in the garden. A fellow down the road stopped in offer suggestions, which was very nice. A buried tractor attracts attention here for sure. Tim got quite a bit of feedback from more than one person on the topic before it was all said and done along with an offer to tow.
In the end, he unhitched the brush hog and pulled it free. He unbolted the fly wheel from the latest tractor, made a small adjustment, and it started right up. He drove that down, keeping it on solid ground and waded out to hook it to the stuck tractor.
I waded out too, and was given a brief block of instruction which amounted to 'keep it in first and lift off the clutch. If the front wheels pop off the ground, engage the clutch and they will drop back down. Repeat as necessary' and between his pulling and and my tractor hopping, it should work free. Oh...and 'keep the rear tire off that log or it might flip.'
I have had fun before, but this did not sound anything like it. I was sick to my stomach the first time that those wheels came up, but after a few times, it did lurch free. I steered past the log and did not flip it. I was glad to drive it into its regular parking spot.
Tim was jubilant. He thinks it means I am now a tractor driver.
We drove into town to get a few groceries and three little bear cubs crossed the road in front of the car. The final one stopped and stood up on his hind legs to study us curiously before he dropped back onto all fours and scooting into the underbrush with the rest of his family.
It was a quiet supper, followed a quick clean up. I think we earned our quiet night in front of a movie with our respective adult beverages.