This post brought back memories. As a kid, I would help my dad prepare the garden in spring each yr. We had a 2 bottom Ford plow. We were not always faithful about greasing or painting it after finishing up the previous spring, and we always started with a trip to a small creek that ran through our place. The water was shallow, there were plenty of gravel bars of our local sandstone. We would find a nice gravel bar with small gravel and plow away until the rust was scoured off the plow. Then it was a trip to the garden patch to start. I remember fiddling with the top link and lift arm adjusters to get that thing plowing right . Seemed like it always took us an acre just to get the thing working like we wanted...and then it was over. Typical things would be that one side would be digging deeper...so you got this up and down look to the top of your plowed field....then it would either be too deep or too shallow...or the bottom of the furrow was not flat , or sod was'nt cutting cleanly and balled up in your plow... and on and on. After many years...I realized that plowing is an art form....and admire those who can make a beautiful plowed field shine in the spring sunshine. As an 8 yr old....I remember reaping the bonanza of earthworms by walking behind the plow as my dad drove. I too, will soon be on the search for such a plow....for use on my small acreage.
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