When I started clearing out at the spruce grove, my husband was able to get a picture from the living room, as I was dragging the downed tree top out of the bush.

So here is me, in my grubbies.  A decidedly unflattering picture, but then, this kind of work isn’t pretty, either! :-D

The difficulty was maneuvering it between two trees, when its branches were wider than the space.  Most broke off, but I did have to cut one larger branch to get it through.

Since starting an Instagram account connected to this blog, I’ve been following a number of farm and country related accounts.  Most heavily feature farming equipment (swoon!) or cute animals.  Then there are the hashtag “women farmers” ones.  The usual pictures of people holding armfuls of vegetables, or adorable baby livestock, except focusing on pretty women.  I do have to admit to giggling a bit over some of them that feature conventionally beautiful, thin women in painted on jeans, perfect hair, coordinated outfits, and not a bit of dirt or sweat, anywhere.  Then there’s me; short, fat, burly, wearing the sweats I stole from my much taller husband (they have elastics around the ankles; keeps the bugs out), twigs stuck in my braid, and dirt accumulated in the sweat of my neck and elbows.  But I do have my sparkly, sequined, dollar store baseball cap!

I realize that, for a lot of people, their Instagram accounts are a branding tool, so they’re not going to show the grungy side of country life.  Not going to gain a big following doing that!

Me?  I couldn’t post pictures like that if I wanted to!  LOL

The Re-Farmer