It’s a 1952 Ford 8N and it has a wonderful personality. It starts right up each time I need it. It pulls its little heart out when I ask, and, unfortunately, we’re going to have to part ways sometime in the future.
I bought it out of nostalgia as much as need and now I realize that even though it satisfies me emotionally, it doesn’t really satisfy the needs of the farm.
This tractor was really made to pull a plow and that’s pretty much it. It has a PTO but it’s almost useless because it runs directly off the transmission. I can use it but I look like an overgrown gymnast jumping up and down on the clutch. It has no auxiliary hydraulics. I could put a front end loader on it but it would cover most of the tractor.
I spent this afternoon wrapping a chain around various boards and pulling stuff out of this thicket. The tractor and I had fun and we did make some progress in the blackberry war but it was awkward and jerky progress.
But still, any day on the tractor is a good day and this was a Very Good Thursday.
Don’t be fooled though, the blackberries fought valiantly. When they couldn’t deter me with their thorns, they tempted me with their lusciousness. I have to admit I gave in for a while. I picked just enough berries to make a small cobbler. Then the cool voice of reason whispered in my ear and I walked away. Oh blackberry you are an exotic, exciting lover but you would be no good with kids and a mortgage. I had to leave you.
So I chopped them up, boiled them with just a little water and froze just under a gallon of juice. Someday I will do our harvest justice but for now I have to be satisfied with what is actually doable.
Now I’m off to drink a beer and walk in the woods with my love. Life is good my friend, life is good.