(With the exception of the Fall Plow Day, his other favorite day of the year.)
They had a wonderful turnout this time with over 20 antique tractors and plows. The horse and mule teams were a bit of a disappointment with only 3 teams showing up.
However, the weather was nice and cool, the fields were rolling and beautiful, and the homemade country ham biscuits from Mr. Kirtley's Chuck Wagon were out of this world. (Sorry there is no picture of the biscuits in this post- Hubby and I ate them so fast, we nearly chewed our fingers off trying to eat them they were so good.)
"Someone better have saved me a country ham biscuit...."
You know it's going to be a good day when the heavens open up with rays of light when you start to plow.
That's a pretty good omen, I think.
Mr. Booker checks to see how deep he's plowing.
Beautiful mule team, ready to work.
Mr. Rowell, who runs his family's apple orchard not too far from here, takes a laid-back approach to plowing.
Okay, how many of them does it take to figure things out?
Another red tractor! Yay!
I love this old plow... look at those neat steel wheels.
Hmmm... this next guy's kinda cute.....
*swooooon*
Purty hosses. (Purty BIG hosses.)
Another neat old plow. Sometimes rusty stuff is cool.
A nice man who stopped to chat on a nicely restored tractor.
Sometimes new paint is cool, too.
Across the field and out of sight....
And back around they come.
When you get to the end of a row, you pull the rope to "trip" the plow, pulling it out of the ground until you're ready to start the next row.
Sometimes, this takes teamwork.
At the end of the day, we were all pretty much worn out
from all the excitement.
(Some of us more than others....)
Another plow day in the memory books.
Goodbye, Crossville..... see you again in the fall!
