Jubal and I

Our driveway has been, shall we say ‘uneven’?  So with the damp of Autumn and some rain, we’ve had puddles in it akin to small swimming pools.  It has been a muddy mess and there has been no way to drive through it ‘cleanly’.  The Teen and I were talking about it the other day and as she channeled her inner race car driver, she got a gleam in her eye and said, “That’s my favorite…splashing through the mud!”

Well, I had bad news for her today, we got a load of gravel to repair the mud pit.  As the large dump truck did it’s dumping, I couldn’t help but feel like my little boys (who are now men) should be here for this moment as it seemed sort of a waste to not have little boys to share it with.  A real dump truck, big and large, dumping right in our driveway…what can I say once a Mom of boys, always a Mom of boys.

It was then up to Jubal and I to spread the gravel around evenly and not muck it up even more.  I was a bit apprehensive about getting it all around evenly.  Spreading gravel is like frosting a cake, except all the frosting has been put on top of the cake and you’ve got to go over it again and again to smooth it out to the sides.  Oh, and you’re using a tractor to move the frosting not a spatula, and it takes longer, otherwise it is just like frosting a cake…and there’s no yummy frosting to lick off your fingers, but other than that, it is the same.

Farm Prozac is working on Jubal.  I love working on our tractor.  I know we got off to a rough start what with my breaking her and the day I accidently did a wheely on her, but since then Jubal and I are a team.  We frosted our driveway and I must say it is looking pretty darn good.  My Loving Spouse was so pleased with it, he wants Our Friend the Farmer to come see it.  Some men brag about their wife’s cooking, but mine about his city wife’s tractor skills.  Me, I’m glowing, praise is praise.  Jubal and I are a team.