Tillin Time

All over Mona the fields are being tilled up.

Tractors day and sometimes even at night are running.

The smell of red diesel and the sounds of hard work all around us

here at the end of 3rd South.

In the mist of all the fun, we pulled our trusty tractor out to plow our part of the earth.

Cailyn is her fathers daughter. If she hears the sound of the "mum-mum" she is right there.

She doesn't take "NO" for an answer.

She'll stand proud and happy, bouncing up and down while dad gets the back field ready for summer.

She takes the wheel and goes where the tractor wants to go.

Corey just built this tilling contraption last night out of railroad spikes.

Chunting along with her dad is heaven on earth for this country girl.

She spotted a ball that was about to be tilled over, she jumped down...

Dad told here where it was...

And she recovered the ball.

YAY!