Ode to Farmer Frazier

We love Farmer Frazier. He lives half a mile from our house. We buy our hay from him. He and his wife are absolutely wonderful.

But I admit it – the first time I met Farmer Frazier, I was terrified of him. Not because I thought he would hurt me. It was because he didn’t have his teeth in! And he was sitting on his tractor. And the tractor was running. He was asking me questions and I couldn’t understand a single word the man was saying. I felt like an idiot. But that was the only time he didn’t have his teeth in – so it has been fine ever since.

Saturday morning there was a message on our answering machine. It went something like this, “Mornin, blahblahblahblahblah Jack mwamwaaamwaaamwaa blahblaahhhblahablha mwwaaaamwaaa let me know!”

Now, I don’t know if he had his teeth in or not. I do know that even after listening to the message 3 times, I had no idea what he was saying. So I called Jim. Jim called Jack. Jack’s wife called me. It turns out Jack was putting the plow on his tractor and wanted to know if we wanted our garden tilled.

We mostly use raised beds, but we do have one area where we plant corn (for animal and people food). So Jack generously came and plowed the area for us. I gave him 2 dozen eggs as he doesn’t let us give him money.

This photo is Cole and Emery sitting on the swingset, keeping an eye on Farmer Frazier. They’re making sure he’s doing a good job.

PJ