As the tractor approached I peered as closely as I could, across the distance, through the window of the cab. Who was driving? There were two pieces of motorized equipment out there and I’d brought lunch for one* of the operators.
It wasn’t till he stopped the machine and climbed down that I recognized the man as my brother-in-law. We picked our way across the ruts and stones toward each other.
“I can never tell which one of you is which, when you’re on machinery,” I said. “Good thing I’ve never flashed my tits at you!”
Bruce didn’t say anything, but got a mischievous look (not uncommon with him). Perhaps he was thinking, “Well now, what would be so bad about that!” or (and I sure hope not) “That’s what you think!”
I carried on toward my destination, knowing a certain someone would be plenty hungry. Blackbirds in trees along the quarter-section’s perimeter were so loud I thought of monkeys in a jungle.
Don’t ever believe Saskatchewan is all flat. I went up a hill and over a dale before reaching Voratio.
He walked to meet me and stuffed a ham and cheese sandwich into his mouth while I asked a stupid question.
“You said you finished seeding this last night. So what are you doing now?”
The learning never ends. They are spreading clover seed, which will come up … next spring? Later in this season? I’m never sure I get it right. As a matter of fact, I’ve frequently gotten it wrong, alas.
A grateful thank you, a quick kiss, and we both turned back — he to his tractor and his work, I to my car and my afternoon of doing exactly as I please (if doing dishes, sweeping floors, warming up leftovers for supper, baking sandwich buns, and spraying tent caterpillars can be considered pleasing. I guess they are when they’re your own ideas.).
At the top of a hill I took this photo looking toward all three of our vehicles, which you can barely see in the distance:
I hadn’t come with the right shoes for trekking across the field, but that didn’t stop me. Not only was I wearing my “get-up,” but am still breaking in those new sandals and wearing leggings tucked into socks that are sprayed with UffDa’s essential oils to help keep the ticks off. Look how dusty my shoes and socks are! Those are black sandals, remember.
*It is just not right to take lunch out to one and not the other, and I don’t like it when that happens. Bruce would be finished here shortly, he said, and never expects me to make his lunch anyway. I insisted he eat one of the sandwiches to keep him going till he got home.