I can't wait to ride a tractor.

I was driving to town today (had to find a man about a notary) and passed a man on a tractor. He was serenely passing back and forth, swathing the fallen hay to dry another day before he can bail it. I can't wait to be that person on the tractor. I can't wait - really - because the farm is nearly with in reach. Well OK, the house isn't on the market yet but I know where we are heading! I look forward to controlling the fields and their eternal quest to return to forest, but also to know that I can feed and care for our future livestock. The thought that made me chuckle the most is how many women my age actually have their heart skip a beat when they think about haying?