Now that I live on a working farm, I get to take part in a wide variety of activities I never thought I'd get to experience.
For example, last week, I helped buy a new tractor for my mother. I went to the feed store in Purcell and after a few strokes of the pen, my mother was the new owner of a piece of heavy machinery, ee-i-ee-i-o.
Instead of waiting around for the momentous bit of training on the machine, I scampered down the old town road and discovered a farmer-friendly place called the Happy Camper Café, 216 W. Main St.