Yea! Finally the long weekend is here!! I was so happy to have a long weekend without much planned – it’s just going to be awesome!
So first things first. Even though we had a wedding later this afternoon we decided that it would be a good time to get some of the rock picked up off the bean field. OK, this isn’t looking like the funnest thing to don in this weekend now is it? But it is something that we’ve been trying to get done for a couple of weeks. The reason that we didn’t get it done is before is because we’d end up getting some rain (which is a GOOD thing!) and the fields would be too wet to pull a wagon through.
My original plans for this morning was to go for a run, but seriously I think walking around in the bean field and stepping over the plants kinda qualifies as much exercise as running now don’t you? Anyway I’m counting it.
Well Daryl got out the tractor and said he’d meet me in the field when I was ready. The only thing that I had to do was to try to find some farm gloves. Now I seriously thought I saw about 4 good pairs in the beginning of Spring, but today? Heck no! I ended up using two right handed ones. Yup, so not cool. But I didn’t want my hands to look so grubby and dirty for the wedding later 0n this afternoon.
So we were off. This was my first time picking rock with the hog farrowing crate, but with the crops getting taller Daryl didn’t want to damage the field by pulling a wagon through it.
Now seriously I really thought this crate thing was a great idea! Because most of the rocks were on the smaller side you could just toss them in the crate and they would stay in. Not like a hay wagon. If you threw rocks on the wagons, you were risking it flying off the other side and then you’d have to pick up that rock for the second time. Just not a good game plan is it?
Well things were going well for our quick rock picking adventure. And there was not a lack of rocks by any means where we were picking. At first I always start out pretty ambitious. I mean I am picking up the rocks that should be picked up and then pick up some of the other ones that you think ‘I’ll just grab these guys too’
Then as the time goes into the second hour that you are picking rocks, my attitude changes. I look at the smaller ones and ask myself if they are rock picking worthy… and if not? Well I might just accidentally step on them and push them back into the dirt. From the looks of our rocks on the farm, they’ll probably grow up to be bigger ones next year! 🙂
Now remember how I thought the farrowing crate was a good idea? It really was until we had to unload it. 
It was so heavy from literally one round in the field, that when we went out of the field and up a hill the front of the tractor lifted off the ground. Scared me to death!! I just held on and then we finally got into the yard and because the load was so heavy we had to unload it by hand on a rock wagon in the yard. 
We still have some more to pick and time is running out before the crops are way too tall. But I’m guessing that we’ll have maybe a chance later this upcoming week to pick after work.
And how did my two right handed gloves work to keep my hands and nails clean for the wedding? Not worth a darn.