241029 The first 6 months.

Part One.
I am in the process of writing more parts to the story. I don’t yet know how many parts there will be yet. There will be as many as it takes.

The first 6 months of life on the farm were challenging. We were both still working full time jobs in town and then coming home to work until dark. There was a never ending supply of chores to be done. Nature had taken over every inch of ground but the immediate area around the house and the garage. The grassy areas had grown to chest high and the weeds and thorn trees covered over 8 acres of the 10 acre property. It was quite a feat to mow with an 18 inch wide push mower. The interior of the house was never completed.

We worked from the time we got home until dark. By then we were exhausted and our supper was often a big bowl of popcorn. Sleep was good, but there was never enough of it. I had to be up before 6 am and get to work by 6:30. It was a 22 mile journey to Litton in Springfield. Driving to work in a truck with a 5 speed manual transmission and juggling a cup of coffee wasn’t a simple task.

After work it was time to dash home and go to work there.