A harrowing day

Well today was my birthday. Not really that big of a deal anymore. After I turned 16 I could go for my driver's licence and after 18 I could purchase and consume alcohol and vote, but now not much changes. In fact with all the responsibilities and family get togethers and celebrations, I won't even get cake for a few more days. I'm not complaining though. Today was a good day, and after all these years I think today was ther first time I felt like an adult on my birthday.

Now don't get me wrong, I've felt like an adult before. Well once or twice...but I think this was the first time it happened on my birthday.

I was out in the yard doing some fall cleanup and giving the yard a last mow, when I saw my neighbour out in his yard. I was on our lawn tractor and he gave a little nod of recognition and I returned it and in that moment, I felt adult. Like you see in the old TV shows, the men out doing yard work and acknowledging each other, sees kind of odd in retrospect.

Now to explain about the harrowing day, while I was mowing with the lawn tractor, I was also pulling a harrow. Friends of ours have a farm which happens to have some older machinery. I mentioned that I needed a harrow section to Dave and he said, " I just took one apart, come down and pick up a piece." Well I explained that I only wanted it for a while this fall and again in spring, but that I'm returning it after use since we don't need another thing clutering up the yard. I have enough toys out there already.

So there I was dragging a harrow with a log dumped on top of it for a bit more bite mowing away merrily. I did make a mess of the yard, but a bit more level of a mess since the nightcrawlers in our backyard have made it quite bumpy. I think a few more times in spring along with a bit of soil or compost to fill in the low spots and we should have a much nicer lawn in a few years.

To round out the day we wound up in Carman at the Beavers liverfest fundraiser. It was held at the Carman Legion Hall and the cooks did and excellent job making the liver and the coffee there was good enough for seconds. Maybe next year I'll get steak and cake.