My name is Jeanne. For years, I had dreamed of living on a farm in the country and being a dairy goat farmer and cheesemaker. Now that I've moved into a 130-year old home, complete with it's own mill, in the country and rounded up some dairy goats, I plan to chronicle my life learning how to live with nature, with various critters, and all the amenities of rural life on two acres down in the valley. Come take a look-see.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Baby Steps
A lawn tractor was included in the sale of our house and mill. I was happy to learn this, since a riding mower was on our growing list of the expensive things we needed to buy for our new farm. The mower looks to be at least 15 years old - the previous owner said that it worked fine and only needed a tune-up. John gave it a homemade tune up; new battery, he used a wrench here, poured a bottle of something in some hole over there. He worked up a sweat, got a little dirty, and then - it was ready to see if it would start. It didn't. Our neighbor found us to be so pitiful, that he insisted that he run his new lawn tractor through our whole yard. It was embarrassing, but after he was done, about 8 minutes later, I was glad that he did it. Man, it was done fast! And it looked good. I usually mow it myself with the standard push mower. I do enjoy mowing the lawn myself the old-fashioned way. It makes me feel like I'm pulling my weight around the house. But, even still, I welcome trading in a couple hours of hard labor that leaves me soaking in sweat for the luxury having more time for other fun things like weeding, spraying weed killer on poison ivy or using my "chainsaw-on-a-stick".
John is going to see if the starter is the problem on the tractor. It looks rusty enough to be the problem.
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