From the Tractor Seat
During April, I pictured farmers out in the fields preparing them for spring planting, and of course remembering working the land on our family farm. Now that it's May, planting will soon begin. When I was old enough to learn, Dad taught me to drive the tractor, starting with the smallest Farmall, and from then I drove the tractor to bring a load of hay or straw to the driveshed and I'd driven it to scuffle the fields, breaking up the soil into smaller chunks after the ploughing was done. Then one day, Dad asked if I'd like to try ploughing. That was with the bigger tractor, and I did. Dad rode on the tractor with me for a round or two to make sure I knew what to do at the headlands and along the rows. Somewhat of a dreamer, I had to pay close attention to the driving and turning for a plough attached to a tractor is a curious thing and a tractor can tip if turned too tight. I made quite a few rounds until Dad checked on how I was doing, and I decided that was enoug