There is a bit of living history on our farm.
His name is Sampson.
Sampson is well over 200 years old.
And Sampson is a tree.
He is my favorite tree in all the world and he lives
in front of our barn beside the dry lot fence.
This tree is the oldest living being on this farm.
He has seen the Revolutionary War, watched settlers move westward,
and survived the Civil War.
I often gaze at Sampson and pray that he will still
stand in that very spot long after I am gone.
Sadly, Sampson sustained a rather large injury this past weekend.
We had an incredibly fierce thunderstorm a few days ago.
A bolt of lightening struck Sampson and split his bark wide open,
sending chunks of it flying.
That same lightening bolt then traveled across to the dry lot fence
splitting a fence post
and snapping the electric wire in half.
Unfortunately, the current traveled through the ground and
destroyed the pump in our well.
Yesterday the plumbers tried to replace the pump,
but found that rocks had shifted...
blocking the removal of the old pump.
On Thursday a new well will be drilled.
Hopefully Sampson will survive the lightening strike,
and live to see many more generations
in this beautiful place.
It is said that bad things come in threes.
This week I might have to agree with that old adage.
Number two on our list of woes is old Tin Lizzy.
The old gal got a flat tire the other evening while we were
using her to haul our manure spreader.
For now she sits here awaiting a brand new tire and rim....
temporarily out of commission.
The third item on our list of woes is the farm diesel tank.
It seems that Hubbs had a slight mishap between the tractor and the tank
while filling the tractor with fuel.
Knocked off it's perch, the fuel tank's legs buckled beneath the weight of the diesel....
resulting in the need to purchase a new tank.
Yesterday that tank was installed on a brand new cement pad.
(a much sturdier perch should a similar incident ever occur again!)
Naturally all of these proceedings were supervised by our turkeys.
On a brighter note,
I successfully baked a Gooseberry pie.
Thankfully, Hubbs and I like things that are tart.
Gooseberries are incredibly tart!
Note: not pictured is the horrendous case of chigger bites I sustained
while picking the gooseberries.
If you have never had chigger bites, consider yourself lucky.
If you have had the experience, then I know you are feeling very sorry
for me at this moment.
Believe me, I deserve your pity.....as I am scratching like a mad woman as I
write this post!
All in all, with all our tiny woes, the only thing that has left a sour taste in my mouth
is the pie!
And that's a good sour taste!