Colton's Pocket Dragon
Book 17: Farmer For A Day
A New Adventure coming soon!
🚜 A Farmer’s Work Is Never Done 🐄🌾
There’s a poem called “A Farmer’s Work Is Never Done,” which inspired this story.
In this adventure, Colton wants to learn all about farming — where eggs, milk, and butter come from, how crops are planted, and what it takes to make bread, pies, and those delicious cakes. 🥚🥛🌽🥧
Colton’s father arranges for him to visit two farms — one owned by William Noel, and the other by Hubert Massey. But here’s the big question: Will Colton learn about farming… or will he end up causing chaos for the two farmers? 😅
🐓 The Noel Family Farm
William and Hazel Noel were my grandparents. They lived in a small Midwestern town and purchased their farm in 1944. The property was known as Horton’s Park, built around 1924 and opened sometime in 1928. It was the hot spot in the little town!
Picture a warm summer afternoon — laughter echoing through the trees, the sound of children splashing in the cool water of the swimming pool. 💦 In winter, the pool froze solid, becoming an ice-skating rink where skaters twirled beneath the stars. ❄️⛸️
The barn, where my grandpa later kept his dairy cows, once hosted weekly dances with a live orchestra. Imagine the barn doors open on a Saturday night, music drifting out into the night air, boots stomping in time to a lively fiddle tune. 🎻🎶
And there’s more — the park even had a zoo with all kinds of animals, including monkeys and bears! 🐒🐻 Can’t you just hear the chatter of monkeys and the low growl of a bear? There was also an acre behind the house where baseball games were played ⚾ — and a quarry where Grandpa sold sand.
🚜 The Massey Family Farm
Hubert and Stella Massey were my husband Leonard’s parents. Hubert worked long days — plowing, planting, irrigating cotton and alfalfa, and fixing farm machinery. Leonard started helping his father at a young age. Sometimes, he was left alone to irrigate crops at night — which could be terrifying for a child.
Now, close your eyes and imagine you’re standing in a dark field at midnight, swinging a tiny flashlight back and forth to check the irrigation. The beam barely pierces the blackness. 🌙 Suddenly, you hear leaves rustling behind you… then you spot two glowing yellow eyes in the dark! 👀💨 You hear water splashing — something is coming your way! Your heart pounds, and you run like the wind!
In those days, coyotes were everywhere — they were probably just as afraid of you as you were of them. 🐺
Knowing Colton, there will be plenty of mischief he’ll get into on the farm. 🌾😄
There’s a poem called “A Farmer’s Work Is Never Done,” which inspired this story.
In this adventure, Colton wants to learn all about farming — where eggs, milk, and butter come from, how crops are planted, and what it takes to make bread, pies, and those delicious cakes. 🥚🥛🌽🥧
Colton’s father arranges for him to visit two farms — one owned by William Noel, and the other by Hubert Massey. But here’s the big question: Will Colton learn about farming… or will he end up causing chaos for the two farmers? 😅
🐓 The Noel Family Farm
William and Hazel Noel were my grandparents. They lived in a small Midwestern town and purchased their farm in 1944. The property was known as Horton’s Park, built around 1924 and opened sometime in 1928. It was the hot spot in the little town!
Picture a warm summer afternoon — laughter echoing through the trees, the sound of children splashing in the cool water of the swimming pool. 💦 In winter, the pool froze solid, becoming an ice-skating rink where skaters twirled beneath the stars. ❄️⛸️
The barn, where my grandpa later kept his dairy cows, once hosted weekly dances with a live orchestra. Imagine the barn doors open on a Saturday night, music drifting out into the night air, boots stomping in time to a lively fiddle tune. 🎻🎶
And there’s more — the park even had a zoo with all kinds of animals, including monkeys and bears! 🐒🐻 Can’t you just hear the chatter of monkeys and the low growl of a bear? There was also an acre behind the house where baseball games were played ⚾ — and a quarry where Grandpa sold sand.
🚜 The Massey Family Farm
Hubert and Stella Massey were my husband Leonard’s parents. Hubert worked long days — plowing, planting, irrigating cotton and alfalfa, and fixing farm machinery. Leonard started helping his father at a young age. Sometimes, he was left alone to irrigate crops at night — which could be terrifying for a child.
Now, close your eyes and imagine you’re standing in a dark field at midnight, swinging a tiny flashlight back and forth to check the irrigation. The beam barely pierces the blackness. 🌙 Suddenly, you hear leaves rustling behind you… then you spot two glowing yellow eyes in the dark! 👀💨 You hear water splashing — something is coming your way! Your heart pounds, and you run like the wind!
In those days, coyotes were everywhere — they were probably just as afraid of you as you were of them. 🐺
Knowing Colton, there will be plenty of mischief he’ll get into on the farm. 🌾😄