A little girl very fond her father , looked forward to him coming in every day. Running to greet him as he came in from work and knowing they were going to get into something this time of year. Spring is coming and memories of a child riding a tractor with her Dad from the time she could walk are flooding in. with plowing and planting to be done. off they would go with her leaning into the movement of the tractor and listening to her dad sing to the tapping. Although she was surprised to admit that the singing was a yodeling as the tractor tapped along. The smells of the dirt rolling up around them while the earth was churning below them. Her Dad always allowed her to drive the tractor as they made the straight runs to each end. Then he would spin on a dime and start all over again. As she would begin to get tired she would be in his lap and fall asleep this was her special time with him. As she grew up she would learn the same motion of that tractor where he would allow her to drive on her own. Standing up for her weight on the paddles. she would follow those cuts just like he had always done. Him guiding her to what was to come next. Working hard to manage that 50 horse tractor and not to disappoint her dad. It would always be a good day as the plowing and planting this time of year was done. The anticipation was high for her because this was time she had to work for their food but also worked right along side of her dad. He loved to farm the earth passing his knowledge on to his children. As his father did before him farming was in his blood.