Monday, October 20, 2014

The Dirty Plan!

We often say things because we can say them well,
rather than because they are sound or reasonable.
                                      Walter Savage Landor


Every farmer I know has a plan…. oh yes admit it you do, there is probably one or more rattling around in your head right now. Sometimes that plan will be on your mental list for years and you probably have forgotten what the original intent of that  plan was but you know it is still on the list and you have no doubt you will get to it…..eventually.

We are no different here on our farm My Hero and I have lists upon lists of plans. Some of them are very old and we (I should not speak for him) I, have most likely completely forgotten what the original plan was. This particular forgotten but still on the list plan involved a pile of dirt that had been dug out from in front of the barn. I want to say that was a couple of years ago, I want to say that but we all know the older you get the more a couple of years may really mean twenty, you know what I am talking about, don’t you? This huge ugly dirt pile completely covered with weeds after being used as everything from a loading ramp, to a hill for the visiting children to play King of the Castle to finally a very high raised garden now needed to be moved. It was indeed the time. A plan was to begin.

Very early this Saturday morning with a beautiful heavy fog hanging low and cloaking the bales of hay sitting in the fields that are waiting to be picked up. Yes just another thing to be scratched off that ever expanding list of plans. I watched as My Hero hooked the dump wagon to the tractor. I could not believe that this was actually going to be the day. That plan as to what we were going to use all that dirt for now faded in our heads from years of sitting on that list had now morphed into a very different plan. The plan now was to just get that huge pile of dirt out of our way.

With that wagon now hooked up and sitting there blocking my view I knew this was my sign to head outside leaving that comfortable spot in front of the window watching all the action to that place in the tractor seat in the middle of the action. I slid across the wet lawn, smiled at My Hero and climbed into the seat. My Hero started dumping bucket load upon bucket load of that dirt pile into the dump wagon as I found myself getting all excited watching this ugly dirt pile shrink.

With the wagon now overflowing there was that familiar hand signal that meant move out it was loaded. In my excitement to get this big plan started I had forgotten to ask My Hero where it was going so I hopped down from high atop the tractor seat to ask. Like so many times before My Hero explained to me where it was to go and as per usual I really did not understand but said I did and I headed back with a slight idea of where it was to be dumped. Down the laneway past the pile of maple logs that were also on a planning list waiting to be split or something. Turning right past the pile of large flat limestone rocks (I have forgotten what the plan was for those) and onto a flat piece of ground. I shifted out of gear stopping the tractor then reached my arm down to pull the dump lever, well I thought it was the dump lever, it has been awhile. Nothing happened.

I tried the other lever, nothing again, there is one thing I do not like doing and that is admitting defeat to My Hero so I kept trying by fiddling with the levers till something happened and the dump wagon started to lift, I shifted into gear and lunged forward spreading the dirt onto the piece of flat ground that I hoped was exactly where it should have been dumped. I figured out how to get that wagon back down while watching the cows run then surround the fresh dirt pile like a happy bunch of kids in a new sand pile, I sat and enjoyed their antics for a while then I headed up for another load.

When I did make it back up to the pile and the backhoe My Hero came over to the tractor and asked what took me so long, I answered, “Nothing”. He enquired where I dumped it and I assured him it was just where he wanted. Load after load shovelled into the bucket and delivered down the lane to those cows waiting for more dirt to play in and the ugly dirt pile was finally scratched off that list and that plan whatever it may have been was now finished.


I am now sitting here looking out the window from the comfort of my chair and staring through the binoculars watching My Hero in the backhoe surrounded by the happily playing dirty smiling cows. He unfortunately is leveling out that dirt pile in a place he had no intention of having it dumped. 

Oh well, another plan finished be it a bit late. A couple of years or possibly twenty…who’s really counting?

33 comments:

  1. Better late than never!!! So nice to them happy...:)JP

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  2. Oh Buttons, I can so relate to what you are saying. On the farm, it seems there are more plans stuck in the air until they are forgotten because other plans keep popping up and emergencies. lol... Tired old farmers do what they can and avoid the rest.
    Enjoy your level ground now.
    Hugs,
    JB

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  3. Miss B,

    Your Hero explained where to dump, you had a slight idea but didn't understand and took your chances. Laugh out loud, I understand completely! I love how you said "like so many times before."

    Glad you guys got the dirt pile moved. Even if you don't remember the original plan, it's one less eye sore. I get that too.

    Have a great Monday, My Friend. Thanks for making me smile this morn.

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  4. You can always go and scrape it up later if you have to lol.

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  5. I can just imagine myself in your position...well, not in a dump truck, but trying to figure out where something was to go! We had a big pile of mulch that took forever to get moved, too. And of course the eye sore was right along the road where everyone could see it. That was good incentive to finally get it out of there!

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  6. In love being able to check a project off the to do list. Glad we are not the only ones that have some on the list for years :)

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  7. There are just so many things to be done, and nothing more interesting than playing with my camera...

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  8. And I always blame our "miscommunications" on our language differences. I suppose you and your husband were both speaking English? Must be that Venus/Mars thing! Hugs, Linda@Wetcreek Blog

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  9. A plan finished is a plan finished, late or no :)

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  10. too funny. and happy, dirty cattle. :)

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  11. I can so relate to the "a couple of years can really mean 20". And I've been known to pretend I understood what BG said more than a few times...and didn't. lol! Glad you got an item crossed off that to-do list. Have a great day!

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  12. You two are funny! It is funny we have miscommunications about stuff. At least it is crossed off the list. Great images!

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  13. Funny!!! What we have here is a lack of communication...a very famous line from an old movie.

    Hubby and I are disagreeing about what parts of the farm are called. I having more history here than him know where the New Ground is. He doesn't because all the spots were made and named before his time. Just recently I tried to go over again the names of the places he has now named differently. I think we may be able to communicate now...and you have given me a great idea for a post.

    Have a blessed day.

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  14. Isn't that something like..."back up and punt"??? -gigggles-

    Happy count-down to Halloween!
    Tessa~
    "Here there be musing" blog
    "Here there be more words" blog

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  15. Like that ...... like a happy bunch of kids in a new sand pile.

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  16. I'm sure the cows think you dumped it in exactly the right spot ;0)

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  17. this is perfectly written! We too have suffered from marital deafness and plans that went on vacation - married couples can so relate!!!

    xoxo

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  18. We had one of those dirt piles from the excavation of our foundation....oh yes, many years it sat there. We eventually moved it - one wheelbarrow full at a time. I got sick of the kids coming in covered in dirt! You are a brave girl to run a back-hoe! Glad that is one satisfying thing off your list! xo Karen

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  19. It's so good to get the jobs done finally after having plans for ages, self satisfaction. Hugs M xox

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  20. We all make grand plans in the back of our head whether we're farmers or not. I have quite a few that are fading with time,

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  21. Gosh - I loved this story. Obviously, the cows didn't care if you got the dump site slightly wrong! I know what you're saying about how the years fade away as we get older. Today, I was hiking with a friend and trying to think when I last was on that trail. Was it 5 years ago - or 15?

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  22. Oh, Buttons, at least the cows were happy with the dirt! :-) I remember my dad always having something to do on the farm. The lists and plans were never ending, but I don't think he would have wanted any other way.

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  23. A plan finished is a plan finished :)

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  24. Exactly! Who is really counting? Things get done as they get done. It is, perhaps, a very simple way of putting things, but a farmer's work is never done, and when we look at the big picture? Wow, that was a lot to accomplish!!!

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  25. I truly enjoyed this one....the miscommunications between us and our mate! I am still giggling...did he say anything about where you put it? My reply would have been something sarcastic because that's how I roll....something like "Well at least we don't have to look at it anymore especially from my window" Keep going girl you got this....

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  26. I so laughed at your ending. Marriage is such a wonderful thing.

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  27. oh goodness me, you and your Hero are simply hilarious :-)

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  28. Ones vision is not that of the other . . .
    But what fun they have along the way!
    Thanks for the morning smiles . . .

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  29. I feel your pain. It must be a "farmer" thing. My husband (a farmer) also doesn't give very specific directions, and more than once while "helping" him, I've not done it the way he wanted . . . although I did it just the way I understood it lol!!! On well, at least it got moved the first time hahah!!

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  30. B,

    A plan action with two separate directions, lol.......
    Very common with married couples......we see it here every now and then.
    I call ours selective hearing :-)
    Hugs,
    Sandy

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  31. The cows are happy, and you are cozy in your house. What else really matters. You are going to be mentioned on my blog post tomorrow, my friend. xo Laura

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  32. I have an ugly dirt pile that needs moving (only 31/2 years now...going on 20). Perhaps I can bring it to where Mr. Hero wanted the dirt in the first place???!!!!

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  33. You gave me a good laugh for the day, and that is always a good thing. Glad you got your dirt pile moved to the new location!

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