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The Diva’s Red Velvet Kiss

The MWM (Man with Muscles) thought it might be a good idea to get me a puppy. You know – something warm and cuddly to keep me busy and to offer some unconditional love when needed. I agreed, IF (Note: A very big IF) everyone else was keen on helping out.

So, we checked out a few breeds and decided on the Great Pyrenees as we wanted to have that breed on the farm anyway when we eventually started raising sheep.

Great PyreneesThe MWM said he read that a Great Pyrenees dog “is a capable and imposing guardian, devoted to its family, and somewhat wary of strangers - human or canine. They are often used to guard livestock. When not provoked, it is calm, well- mannered, and somewhat serious. Courageous, very loyal and obedient. Gentle and affectionate with those he loves. Devoted to family even if self-sacrifice is required.”   

That’s all well and good, but the Diva heard they slobber and drool – plus there will be a need for lint rolls – many, many lint rolls.  White hair on a black wardrobe?  I must say I was a bit cagey of the whole thing.   

Chienne (dog in French – some people prefer the “B” word) was ready to pick up right before Christmas. I do not understand why breeders love to use the “B” word. I think mine used it twenty times in reference to Chienne during the twenty minutes we were there to pick her up.

Chienne is an endearing pup; very energetic, smart and trainable, didn’t bark, and wanted to be with her new owners. Certainly not traits indicative of the “B” word. Did I mention she is cute? That has saved her from a heap of trouble during the last several months.

Our new puppy, Chienne. 

The first interesting thing about Chienne is that she loathes not loves her cage. It was about the only thing that has enraged her thus far. We kept one in the truck so she could come safely with us to the farm. She used it for paw painting experiments. I will leave it to your imaginations what she used for the paw paint. I considered using the “B” word the first time I had to clean up her first paw painting masterpiece.

After a while, I became sick of dog baths and cleaning up every time we went to the farm, so she got her own way and now rides in the back seat with my son Jack.

One day I purchased a red velvet cake roll for the guys to indulge upon. Before I went to bed the cake was safely tucked away from the paws of our huge puppy that could easily reach the kitchen counters (where she was sequestered during the evening hours). Apparently, the cake was “calling” to one of the men in the house. They didn’t put it back where it belonged.

I woke up at 4:30 am, before work, to let my charming “little” furry pal out on her lead – and what did I find? Red Velvet Cake paw-prints with hardened icing covering the ENTIRE kitchen floor, and an empty tray plagued with teeth marks. Hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me I shut them, and slowly lifted the right eye lid. How could a small cake roll cover an entire kitchen floor? It is truly one of the great mysteries in life…

Chienne was crossing her legs at that point and I let her out – reminding myself the whole time that she was not the “B” word and only a puppy — and that one of the men would pay for this. I had to scrub the entire floor, and smelled like Pine-Sol for the rest of the day. There was white fur all over my black pants.  The lint roll was missing.  The Diva was NOT happy.

The fur ball just sat there and looked at me through the sliding glass door – with red dye blotches on her white fur. With those big sad puppy dog eyes — you all know what I’m talking about. Needless to say, she earned her own “stage name” that morning for her official papers: Nautica’s Red Velvet Kiss.

Did I mention that she is cute yet???

More news next time, until then —

Splashingly yours,

Muck Boot Diva

Champagne D'Argent Rabbits: Part II


Muck Boot Diva Headshot The Rabbit Rendezvous Lodge now stands in the back of the MWM’s (Man with Muscles) Mother’s house in Greenwood Lake, and the breeders have moved in!  After several tryst’s that could have used a little candlelight, less scratching and biting to the MWM, and a bottle picked by Bacchus himself, the babies have finally arrived. 

The pro’s call them kits, as that is the official name for rabbit offspring.

The MWM was in his glory; I was just relieved that he was not pacing around waiting for a pregnancy to transpire.  After a while, he started looking my way.  I said, “Oh, no, no, no. No way Bub, I came with kids – package deal.”  At forty eight, there’s no way I’m starting all over with that again.

There are 7 kits all together – they are black and fuzzy.  As they mature, they will look like a silver fox.  We are breeding them for meat production, and plan to focus on specialty restaurants.  When they are older – not babies, or kits.

Today, it looked like they were lined up for the subway, according to our update call.  We are regularly posted by the MWM’s Mother, daily.  She has given the rabbits all human personalizations at this point.  When “Illinois” was going in for delivery it was like hearing the real thing, play by play, if you get what I mean.  “They are rabbits,” I said, “they live in a nest box full of hay in a coop outside in the cold -– they are not people.” 


At some point after the birth, I proceeded to hear how Illinois planned on getting her figure back.  I shook my head and left the room.

The MWM did much hard work on putting the structure together.  The inside of the “lodge” looks great.  The MWM put in lighting, an automatic water system, and a wall full of cages.  They purchased an A/C for the summer, and a heater that will trip on at 40 degrees to keep the bunnies warm. 


I will keep you all apprised on how the set up works throughout the winter – this is the real testing ground for our larger operation.  In the North, we have to get the water working right, and avoid any pipe freezing issues.  Winters are hard!

For now – we all get to enjoy watching the kits grow.  It is a marvelous process, and my niece is still young enough to enjoy it. 

P.S. It seems I am in the "family way" after all; Chienne (My Birthday/Christmas present and our new family puppy) just arrived today!  Photo's later...

Enjoy the Holidays!

Splashingly yours,

Muck Boot Diva

Diva Dripping in Honey: Harvesting the Gold


Muck Boot Diva HeadshotA few weeks ago when the MWM was pushing to harvest our honey -- Lash, our Bee Sensei, taught him a great lesson:  Patience!  Beekeepers must be patient and wait for the bees to cap the honey comb before they remove it. Lash told the MWM (as he made him TAKE BACK the supers the first time) that if you remove the super of honey prior to the bees sealing the honey it will ferment or be “green” which will cause customers to nitpick. So, he told us not to remove the honey combs until all frames were completely capped.

Well, the Diva is a wife – and all wives like to say those four little words time and again – you know – “I TOLD you so…”  Yup.  Those were the words.  The MWM was not happy.  We took the supers back, and he put them back on the hives.  Now, the bees were happy.

Do you think we listened to our bee Sensei after that?  Not completely.  We left the supers there for another few weeks, but we are living between two states and don’t have the time for all that patience. So, Lash and Pat were very kind and allowed us to put our three supers in their drying room for a couple weeks until they were totally sealed.

You know -- the bees aren't going to freely hand over their honey to you. They take great offense to robbers in great white suits taking their gold on the run. You have to figure out some way to remove the bees from their honey first.


Some beekeepers use leaf blowers to blow the bees away, some use smelly stink products which is a chemical and not the natural route in my eyes, some people use a bee escape which I hear works well. But, the MWM and I decided on the old-fashioned way: pick up each full frame of honey and just brush the bees off. After which, he'd throw a wet towel on the cleaned off frame and hope they didn’t watch where we hid it. 

Well, our bees were just a little too smart for that. Lash and the MWM put all that apple mush from our cider pressing the previous week behind the hive. The bees were all watching us from what I liked to call the “bar” as the mush was surely fermented by then. I thought, “Great.  A bunch of drunk bees and me – perfect together.” Not.

We made it though. No stingers that day. 

Once we made it to the honey harvesting day – we were instructed on how to extract our country gold.  Lash’s guess:  20 lbs.  It was only our first take from this hive.  The bees spent most of the year building comb. 

First,  we used what is called a hot knife. They work great at slicing off the caps on each cell so that the honey can be extracted. We also use a pick that gets the tops off the comb that the knife misses.  There’s a knack to using this handy-dandy little tool – Lash filled us in – if you don’t use it just right, you will lose a lot of honey, or get too much wax in it. 


Here I am, extracting at the Sensei's  – yes, I do look a mess.  I was tired, and sticky, but for the most part pretty happy. 

The extractor was a steel crank 4 frame which spins at a high rate of speed, slinging the honey out of the comb. Pat had to hold it down on the table!  The pieces of wax, bee legs and wings and other things I really didn’t want to know about that came off our frames were filtered through a strainer as the honey came out of the extractor.

Honey is sticky.  It will drip.  The floor, extractor, and anything that is touched while uncapping or handling wet frames will become sticky – Pat reminded Lash of this little fact frequently *smile*. 

After spending the day with Lash and Pat, and seeing all the equipment they had for this process: extractors, uncapping tanks and other extracting equipment I thought they are probably best borrowed or shared.  Extracting equipment, like Cider Presses, are probably only used only one week out of the year.  The rest of the year they just gather dust. 

Honey – Gold – Lottery!   Diva dripping in gold??? That sure sounds good to me!  So, I played the lottery this week and had an idea; I’d love to have a community honey house and cider pressing room if I win --- it would be a great place for building community partnership.

Lastly, let the bees clean the “wet” empty supers. Lash said the bees do a great job of drying those supers of any extra honey after extracting.  The MWM and Lash moved our little stack of supers near one of their hives, and tons of bees just dug in!  They were fat and happy, and the clean-up job was free.   

We came away with twenty-one pounds of spring honey -- The "floral notes" of our Spring Honey are --- dandelions, basswood blossoms, apple blossoms, maple trees and locust.  That’s twenty-one bottles.  Bottling was the icing on the top for me – I created the labels and have been waiting to use them all year.  I will have to upgrade the above shot when my blackberry charges – we here in the NJ/NYC area had snow dumped on us before Halloween and there are power outages everywhere…

Splashingly yours,

Muck Boot Diva

Champagne D'Argent Rabbits: Part 1


The Diva’s connection with Champagne D’Argent rabbits, begin just after “buying the farm.”  We parked in the driveway of our Twenty-Eight acres of heaven, during the floods the week of July  26, 2006.  The rain stopped, the sun came out, and a rainbow appeared.  After looking at the ceilings in the house and the basement and finding them to be as dry as a bone, we were sure The Maker of All Things intended the farm for our use, and we put in an offer.  

We wanted to start learning about the animals we had decided upon for the farm.  Since sheep, pheasants, geese, and honey bees couldn’t fit where we were living at the time we decided on having a few Champagne D’Argent rabbits that we purchased from Rabbit Breeder, Ed Hildebrand in PA. The MWM wanted to go French with all of the animals – so, Fifi and François were our first trial rabbits.  We had two huge cages set up for both of them that took up most of our metropolitan living room. 

I was not too keen on having the lagomorphs until we actually moved to the farm, and preferred the idea of reading about what we wanted to do via the books she began piecing together for a huge “self-sufficient living” library.  The MWM wanted to experience the real thing – there was no putting him off.

I rationalized to myself, “How noisy could a couple of rabbits be anyway?”


The rabbits moved in. I cried in bed every night. I loved the rabbits but their cages were right against our bedroom wall, and I didn’t get a lick of sleep. It was like living next to punk rockers in cages slamming into garbage pails. The MWM smiled and said “They like the night life baby.”

The Diva did not find that comment funny. The rabbits were nocturnal, not me.

Later, we settled on moving the now four rabbit cages and their occupants to our kitchen/dinette area.  This was much further away from our bedroom, and against a solid outside wall.  Pierre and Paris had joined the gang bringing our total to four adult Champagne D’Argent rabbits, plus “babies.”  Remember folks – this is a 500-square-foot residence. My kitchen was now basically null and void. Each time the oven door creaked, the rabbits looked at me as if to say, “It’s not rabbit tonight, is it?”  I felt guilt-ridden and was considering turning vegetarian.


Like I said, I LOVE the MWM very much – So we ate out a lot in NJ.

I cleaned my kitchen sometimes twice a day. The MWM cleaned the cages every day – house rule. It was like a spotless laboratory – most of the time. We even involved our neighbor upstate who lives about 2000 feet away from our farm.  He has two rabbits who we bought from our original breeder, but from different blood lines. 

We were hoping that by the time we moved, we could breed ours with his and begin to really increase “the herd” as the MWM referred to them in the barn at our farm where they will live – not in the house

We are fixing up, painting, and looking at redesigning one side of our barn right now – figuring how many rabbits we can fit.  Once at the farm, I will visit the little cuties outside every day with their pine-cone treats and will hopefully sleep well at night.


The plans have changed somewhat on the NJ end of things – we had an unexpected move where the rabbits were not welcome.  The Diva must say that she is relieved; they have been transferred to a newly built cabana at the MWM’s mother’s home just over the border from NJ in NYS.  Part II of my Champagne D’Argent Rabbit blog will focus more on the construction of this Cabana and the beginning of our meat rabbit operation.

Our Central New York property has room barn expansion and also came with two ponds that the beavers think they own.  We are in the midst of negotiations with the beavers. 

Each time I visit I dream of gardening, the animals, fixing up the house and the barn, even the beavers, and just plain and simple happiness that will be our future security.  Sure, the winters are bad – but the Diva can’t resist enjoying a good book in front of a roaring woodstove and watching the snow fall outside her picture window.  Just remind me I said that two months from now, huh? 

More about Champagne D’Argent Rabbits, and how we intend to include them in our small farming dream next week.  Life is good; be well.

Splashingly yours,

Muck Boot Diva

Crop Yield 2011


Muck Boot Diva HeadshotThere’s a chill in the air today in CNY.  I’m looking at my sporadic sunflower crop – it was not the crop I expected – but it yielded some seeds I will dry out for next year.

Our very first garden yielded a HUGE crop – we gave away a ton of vegetables to our friends in NJ who have been bearing up under some tough economic times.  In the country, people shy away from gifts of zucchini and tomatoes after a while – well, people in the city treat it like gold for as long as they can get it.


The apple crop is ten times as big as last year; nice, large fruit -- I believe the bees have helped via pollination.  The MWM also pruned the trees over the past couple years.   My niece and son picked a few crates this weekend. 


 Also, last time we picked pears they looked like three inch mutation growths.  This year -- the pears really look store bought!  The MWM and honeybee’s work certainly paid off. 


We plan on making cider and harvesting some of our first honey during the next few weeks – I’ll keep you updated.

I collected the last of my sunflowers into a pretty bouquet and gazed at them in their vase near our window.   The wood burning stove popped with apple firewood and I remembered the spring day I planted them.

The sun was glowing, and I took a long needed Vitamin D shower in it.  I also visited the Rogers Environmental Center in Sherburne, NY and took photos of my favorite local folk singing duo!

As we strolled along the exhibit area, we viewed some exotic animals on display including a crocodile!  Looking down at my boots I suddenly feared an ink splattering.  Hiding behind a friend's son, just home from college, I instructed him on the finer points of crocodile boot construction.  All the time swearing that I’d be selling these boots and the rest of my "animal-skinned" collection, for some more environmentally friendly muck boots REAL soon.

Drove back to the farm, and then on to my "big project" of the day – some small variety and giant mammoth sunflower planting!  The MWM and his Mother watched me from afar – wondering if I’d adhere to the rules.  No heavy exertion.  I smiled sweetly back at them, winking in the sunlight.

 I sauntered towards the door, grabbed the seeds, my handy Lehman’s maple handled kitchen broom, my hat, and headed straight back out to my freshly tilled sunflower area.  Using my brains, a little sweat, and an eagle eye, I drew lines in the dirt with the handle.  Then, I carefully dropped in the seeds and swept the dirt back over top.  All done!  I grinned triumphantly.  They looked my way, tipped their hats, and went back to work.

Sunflowers provide oil and food.  They attract wonderful birds.  Their bright yellow petals resemble the Sun, and they turn to the Sun for comfort.  It is said their meanings include “warmth, happiness, adoration, and longevity.”

Well, that thought brings me to children and comfort.  I was watching the CNY kids on my way home from the Rogers Center.  They were riding bikes, playing ball, and smiling in the sun.  You could tell they were used to skinned knees, hugs, and lemonade in the summertime.

The Maker of all Things must sit and wonder – if members of middle aged humanity (in the city at least) – feel forced to pay their therapist to listen to them, use their credit cards to fulfill their every whim, and write out checks  to their masseuse to smooth away their worries – what will their children do? 

 That’s one reason this Diva prefers the country over the city.  There is still a bit of hope in the eyes of country children.

I closed up the woodstove and decided it was time for bed – for me the countryside equals peace and quiet and you sure can’t beat this time of year for sleeping.

When I was a child I believed that all sunflowers pulled up their roots at night and danced around in the moonlight, laughing together – when mine grow up, I’ll be watching. 

Sweet Dreams~~

Splashingly Yours!

Muck Boot Diva



United Bees


Muck Boot Diva HeadshotMy Blackberry alarm began to climb.  I turned it off, before I had to use my flail.

I woke up this morning all set for a busy day.  Grabbed a cup of coffee, the breakfast of champions in NJ, and sloshed it down; I was wearing all black -- so a drip here or a drop there really would not matter.

I got off on the right foot with a trip to the horse farm where I take riding lessons.  I took Rosie for a spin through the fields and the woods.  As a writer, the Diva needed a little time to clear her mind.  Rosie was happy to get out of the stalls for a while.  I managed to stay in the saddle and none of the low tree branches swiped me off. 

After dismounting, without falling on my rear end this time, I handed the reins back to the instructor and rushed off in my big black pick-up.

I blasted the radio and decided to sing along with “Put on a Happy Face” for about the fiftieth time this week because that was what everyone had been telling me to do – the Diva had been facing disaster after disaster for what seemed to be a long time without a break.  Thus, no recent posts. 

I fear “Banana Splits and liquorice” and a bit of dancing on the mental stage are not enough to cure this sort of trouble.  The Diva's deepest apologies are extended to her readers – I will keep up on my posting in the future.

I know the U.S. East Coast has suffered greatly through this most recent hurricane, numerous earthquakes, and the dreadful economy.  America itself has suffered a huge loss -- all the emotional upheaval and of course the complete financial ruin of many of its citizens.

 Do not fear – I will not ask any of you to sing “Put on a Happy Face.”  I won't ask you to dance with me either -- it would just hurt your toes.   I know firsthand how hard "acting happy" is to do. What you REALLY need is a virtual shoulder to cry on – and believe me, you have mine!  I will continue to pray for you all.  You’re family!

To all those who are remembering 9/11 I ask God to please hold the people who lost a loved one in the attacks of 9/11 gently in the palm of His hand for eternity.   

I remember exactly where I was standing that day – In the hallway of Ramapo College located in Mahwah NJ, with an arm full of books, just twenty minutes from New York City.  My college was being evacuated as it was a potential target, and I was wondering where my three children were.  It was my 38th Birthday; I was scared to death.

One good thing that came out of 9/11 was that for a moment, America acted like it was family.  People helped each other; grieved for each other.  Citizens cut each other slack.  Greed stopped ever so briefly.  Community cared for one another once again.

All of our loved ones who passed on left us with that fine gift – the ability to know that we, as a nation, had the capacity to act like a family. 

But I must ask – is America putting that costly gift into operation each day – building a Nation of “family” ties, or is that gift just gathering dust in the corner like your old football trophy or wedding dress?

We need to wake up and start acting like a family!  Coming out of this disaster of an economy, on the heels of an attack like 9/11, will depend on the survival of the farmer -- large or small.  America needs to “get back to its roots” and become self sufficient once more.  We need to befriend one another, and stop wandering the planet, thinking only of ourselves, without offering a helping hand to our brother or sister.  This is why the Amish survive -- they band together.  Just like bees in a hive.


Anyway --- this, of course, brings me to honeybees.  They are suffering from a collapse that is most likely due to the selfish people in the world planting one crop for miles and miles.  With no diversity for the honeybee.  We need to lend a helping hand. 

I had the opportunity to attend the film Queen of the Sun: What Are Bees Telling Us? A new, award-winning documentary about the disappearance of honeybees and the vital role bees and beekeepers play in a healthy, sustainable planet. It was attended by our Bee Group in NJ, North East NJ Beekeepers Association and my friend Rachel asked me to go.  Our MWM’s came along too.

Many top name beekeepers were in the film, along with some of our local bee “movie stars” in the tri-state area.  The challenge was given to the viewer to begin raising honeybees, for without honeybees there is no pollination and no future food for us, or our livestock. 

Many of our local beekeepers in NY and NJ have seen signs of collapse in the honeybee communities.  Last year was horrible.  A friend lost over fifty hives due to the hard winter in NYS. 

Many are trying to care for the bees more than ever.  Rachel from NJ takes great pride in her hive in the middle of a NJ Suburb.  While her numbers are not up, because the hive started production late, she really protects it – even to the point of giving it some shade and water!  I'm waiting to see a glass of honey out side the hive with a swizzle stick!  I hear she will be putting the bees in an observation hive inside her house over the winter --- very, very brave Rachel!!!!


Bees need our care and watchful eye.  As many people as possible that can house them on their property should.  The bees are a very calming creature to spend time with; they produce free honey.   They will do far more work in pollinating the property than the effort and time the property owner will ever put into their care.

I know – You think the Diva is crazy.  BEES!  CALMING????

Yes.  If you are properly dressed, there is nothing like walking out in the quiet of the morning or the early evening to your hives and listening to the hum of your bees, smell the honey, and even have them exploring your suit and gloves. 


I am not sure how the bees will do this year as a whole; nature's feathers have been ruffled for sure.   

I spoke to Pat, my friend from Sherburne – LT’s Tables and Stuff, and she said, “Our friend Bob's bees did not even pollinate his fruit trees that were less than 100 feet away. Our bee’s pollinated our apple trees and garden. You cannot predict the honey production for this year because we still have a month or more of honey production; the goldenrod and bamboo are just starting here. We have gotten twenty swarms this year, last year we got about 10 or 12 swarms.”


I decided to include a picture of the swarm Lash (Pat’s MWM) has captured this year in his own back yard – I find the process fascinating, but this is one area of bee keeping the Diva will leave to the experts!

More swarms collected this year by Lash, and possibly others, mean the bees might be doing a bit better I think – or at least I hope so.  If you can, think about placing a few hives on your “estate” and help our ailing planet stay alive and thrive. Plant a variety of flowers and plants on your property and a variety of crops for them to “dine on”, not just one or two – remember they need a proper bee diet!

Maybe this will help our little honey bee friends  "Put on a Happy Face"!

Splashingly Yours!

Muck Boot Diva

Sullied and Sizzling Tractors

Muck Boot Diva HeadshotOn my late night rides to Central New York, I often hear songs asking women if they think their man’s tractor is sexy. 

Let me tell you — I don’t know of ANY woman alive who dreams about sitting on their man’s lap, in a dusty field, and sweating profusely in the sun on top a tractor that is sullied and sizzling.  Sorry guys, but that’s just the plain honest truth of it – she doesn’t think your tractor’s sexy.  Try Tahiti – that’s sexy!

And what about those tractors – do THEY think they're sexy?

They ride through the mud and snow, haul sweaty farmers on their backs – endure tobacco drool, coffee spills, and diesel drips.  They have a real close relationship with dirt and manure.  They are jealous of horses.   No one gives them treats, or baths, unless they happen to be the star of the local tractor pull. 

Nevertheless, all MWMs (Men with Muscles) think tractors are very sexy, and believe me if you're driving past a tractor on the road it will turn their heads every time!

This brings me to my escapade.  I was roaming the hills of Lebanon, New York, in my big, black, pick-up truck happily singing “Two Sleepy People” to my windshield – the wipers applauded.  This arrangement works quite well for me.

 All of a sudden, I flipped off the music.  There was a tractor sitting alone in the foggy mist – smack dab in front of me!   A big ol’ Ford 6600 Tractor in a wet soggy field with an orange for sale sign plastered on front.   It was blue, and American made; a true 1978 beast that I knew my MWM would think was sexy.


I was not in the mood to get wet, so I jumped out and took a few pictures with my Blackberry and flew through the hills to tell him about it.  

I do love my MWM – and what a pleasant opportunity this would be.  I smiled as I pulled in the drive.

The MWM and his mother were working on the garden area in the light rain – a project on the 2011 list.  They looked tired.  When I got in, I tempted them with lunch and hot tea.  They took the bait and came in for a break.

“Saw a tractor,” I said unexcitingly while making some sandwiches, “A big Ford 6600 Tractor at the bottom of the hill.”  The MWM looked up with immediate interest.  He paced around and acted like he was gonna have a baby til we packed up and got ready to leave on Sunday.

Needless to say on the way back to New Jersey we were sloshing through the mud to get the number, model and price off the sign and he was attempting to call the owner who was, of course, not in.

We had to stop by our friend’s Lash and Pat, of L.T.'s Tables & Stuff and L.T.'s Loco Honey, where they sell picnic tables, lawn furniture, cutting boards, and most anything made of wood including clocks and Christmas ornaments and much more. They also sell honey, fresh brown eggs, summer and winter squash, zucchini, beans and cucumbers and hay.  Right on Route 12 in Sherburne if you want to stop by and say hi!

I needed to stop and see Pat before I left for NJ.  They are my natural food source – I go to the NJ supermarket for the things I can’t get from Pat.

The MWM could not wait to tell Lash about his potential tractor conquest.

Lash said, “Well, you really don’t need an engine that big – go look for something smaller.”

Men don’t say much when they are talking tractor size.  Just grunt a lot, flash their eyebrows, and make odd expressions.  Some sort of male tractor mating call or something I guess.

According to Pat, Lash has a John Deere 950 Diesel.   She said he loves his tractor.  It has good power, and is great on fuel. Does everything on the farm!  Mows with the haybine, rakes, and bales hay. Pulls hay wagons, brush hogs and even mows lawn. 


All men LOVE their tractors, don’t they?

A smaller tractor may have been smarter for us to start with – but Lash had to go and actually use the word “smaller”.

And the MWM used the word “big”.  Big, when associated with machinery, is a word that should never be used in front of the mother of a MWM.

But, smaller is a word that should NEVER be said to a MWM – especially in relation to an engine of any sort and in front of any women directly related to him.  Hence, began the process of trying to acquire the 1978 Ford 6600 immediately.

We got a hold of the owner, by a miracle managed financing though an angel, and bought the beast.   We both had absolutely no idea what a Ford 6600 Tractor was, but we knew it was big.  It had a three point hitch, it had wheel weights, and it had the original Ford Shop Manual – now THAT’S important!  It’ll be a learning experience…


 The MWM has his Tractor – and I’m sure he thinks it’s sexy.  Isn’t life just grand!

Splashingly yours,

Muck Boot Diva