It's looking like I might end up a farmer after all. I lived all that time in Iowa and I never caught the fever. I had to come to France to get my first tractor-driving experience under my belt. I'm at my in-law's farm house in the country and Laurent has to help out with the corn. This is something he's done many times, but this year, there's a special new twist. His Dad bought the life-size version of the plastic excavator he played with when he was little! You can consider it the ultamate poney.
Laurent has had the joy of digging a ditch with the back hoe attachment for a couple days now. Unfortunately, like all new toys, the shine wears off and what's left is a lot of work to do. But he did let me take the controls for a little bit and I moved some dirt around like when I was in the sand at the play ground. Pretty fun, but it takes some major coordination for all the articulations the machine has and I hadn't mastered it before it was time to hand the controls back over to Laurent . Maybe next time.
The boys just got back from the field, time to go eat some roast pork. Yummy!
