We have just a little farm – and along with that has come a variety of “accessories” needed to help maintain the farm – a small John Deere tractor, a chain saw, a chipper/shredder, a snow blower – the normal, everyday variety of “guy toys” that require gas and someone strong enough to yank the cord to get things going.  Power tools.  I get it.

But now we’ve moved into a new realm.  A pick-up truck — a big 4-door, silver, Silverado, with a back seat.  The truck is nearly as big as the farm itself and just barely squeaks into the garage.  Apparently this became a necessity to haul hay for the two horses that reside in our pasture.  Mind you, our hay provider is barely five miles away and is more than happy to deliver a truck load for barely more than $19.  It takes a LOT of $19.00 hay deliveries to equate to the price of a new pick-up truck.  In fact, I think it would be about 2,315 hay delivery charges!

So, now we have a farm truck.  To me, a farm truck should look beat up and muddy.  It’s a badge of honor; it shows how hard the truck has worked.  This truck looks like it just stepped out of the beauty salon – everything is picture perfect, not a blemish, not a scratch.  I can only imagine how long that will last, and how upset Chris will be with the first ding, the first scratch in the bed liner or a spill in the extended cab.

But it fits right in – there is ABSOLUTELY No Rhyme or Reason for this truck – other than it’s a guy thing.  So why not, it’s No Rhyme or Reason Farm.