Every farm hay wagon. Even if it never again see hay, you just have to have one.
In the begining, my grand plan had me and my sweetheart getting married on the future hay wagon at some future plow day. But my lack of a stable career and a bad bout with depression drove me to let her go. We had it all planned out, but sadly(EDIT: Best decision I ever made) I let things come between us and I once again face the world alone.
I still kept searching for my future hay wagon more out of the need to keep pushing on with something positive. Yesterday, I answered a craigslist ad, a day late to get a sickle mower for $25, but I did get this old running gear for $50. It was broken in two on the connecting bar, I made a splice with some steel stock and she's as strong as new.
Wish I could fix my heart as easily, thats all from the farm today.
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