So yes, I should have taken pictures of Arick and Cliff baling the orchard grass in big bales all by themselives; they did it alone, Cliff driving and Arick hopping on and off and doing the "grunt" work. I was such a nervous wreck, knowing Cliff was out there in the sun, first on the little John Deere, then on Big Ugly (the David Brown)... figuring I'd have to call an ambulance any minute, and just praying.
I can't say enough good things about Arick, our oldest grandson. If he thought Cliff was doing too much, he'd come to me and say, "Grandma, he won't listen to me; you come out and watch. He'll do what you tell him."
That wasn't true all the time, but it helped. And Cliff survived a full day of being on tractors (at least eight hours) after the doctors telling him NOT to drive a tractor for five months; it's been only 30 days since his surgery.
The neighborhood boys showed up in time to help with the small alfalfa bales, and later, so did our son-in-law, and Cliff's sister and her husband on their Harley. The hay is out of the field, and only one wagon-load needs to be put in the barn tomorrow.
Cliff is happy, and life is good.