While Nathan is off farm auctioning, I will be discing. Why? Because I love my husband that much . . . that he gets to flea market and I get to tractor drive.
Apparently, there is such a thing as a feminist tractor. It's true: Big John likes me better than he likes Nathan. Take, for example, the air conditioner. It always works for me and never for Nathan. Too, Big John always starts for me first thing on a cold morning, but not for Nathan. Even his hydraulics work better for me.
In this world of farming where I know nothing, where each day brings a whole new slew of firsts and steep learning curves, I'm going to milk this triumph of mine for all its worth. Even if I have no idea why it exists.