The Day Hubbs Rescued A Damsel In Distress

 Not a day goes by that I am not grateful to Hubbs for the life we have here on the farm.  It's more than that, though...

He is always Johnny on the spot whenever help is needed - often doing more than his share - never complaining, ever!

He is kind and loving to the animals and is as committed as I am to making their lives as good as possible.

Even rewarding two bad piggies with crackers when they get in the way of donkey breakfasts!

We make a good team in caring for this farm.

He supports all of my crazy ideas, and has a few ideas of his own.  There's not much he cannot do and certainly nothing he won't try to do.  He's definitely a Jack-of-all-trades (and it doesn't hurt that his name is Jack!)

Yesterday morning, I overslept just a little.  I had had some difficulty sleeping the previous night.  When I awoke, it was already light out and Jack and the dogs were gone - already out doing the morning chores.

Making the most of a morning off, I showered and dressed.  It was a cool morning, so I put on one of my favorite long skirts.  I have found that skirts give as much coverage as jeans, but are way more comfortable.  There's not much I can't do in a long skirt.  (remember these words)

By mid-morning it was time to bring in the horses.  I grabbed Moonie, telling Hubbs, I would be right back to help him with the rest of the herd. 

 In his capable way, though....

After that, we busied ourselves with this and that around the house, until the grass was dry enough to mow.  The recent rains had really made the grass grow and it was definitely time to cut it.  We have two riding mowers and usually mow together.  There are certain areas that are best mowed by one or the other of the mowers.  I typically take the smaller mower and do all of the grass right around the barn and garden areas, while Jack mows the larger expanses with the bigger mower.

Having finished mowing around the garden boxes,

I moved on to the grass beside the horses' dry lot.  Round and round I mowed.  And then I needed to back the mower down a small hill beside our feed shed.  I backed the mower until it touched the dry lot fence (as I always do).  Then I put it in forward and turned on the blades.  I tried to move, but,  I was stuck.  The mower wouldn't budge.  Apparently, the back of the body of the mower was lodged up on one of the fence boards.  The back tires just spun and spun.  I decided to get off of the mower and try to give it a push.  The thing is.... somehow my skirt (being a little full) had gotten wedged between the back of the mower and the fence. Not only was the mower stuck... but, I was stuck on the mower - held in bondage by my skirt.

I looked around and considered my options.  Jack was mowing near the house and would probably not be back in my vicinity for at least an hour or more.  I had no choice but to exit my skirt and seek assistance.  

Now, the good thing about living this rural on a road with little to no traffic is the amount of privacy this affords.  So, off I set down our farm lane in my shirt and underwear in search of my husband.

By the time I reached him, I was doubled over in laughter and could barely explain what had happened.  I was gripped by spasms of laughter so hard I may have peed my pants.  (It happens, you know!!)

Thankfully, Jack easily freed my mower by pulling it with his mower.  The rest is history... but a story we will laugh about for years to come!

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Please join me, today, in wishing a very Happy Birthday to The Bearded One!  Mr. Beard is turning 80 today.  I only know Mr. Beard through his comments on my blog, but I can tell he is a very special person who spreads a lot of kindness around!  (After being without internet for months, he took the time to reply to every single blog that I had written in that period of time.  Now that's amazing!)  Happy Birthday, Edgar - may your day be as special as you!

I have to tell you all... I have made so many special friendships here on the inter-webby!  So many of you
are so kind with your caring comments.  And although commenting is never expected (not at all) - those comments are treasured.  Thank you for all of your sharing over the years!

PS... those photos of Hubbs and the pigs were taken yesterday.  MaryAnn is back to her old self... and we could not be happier or more relieved!