<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114189836647361428</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:01:24.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Farm wife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofafarmwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4114189836647361428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofafarmwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>farmwife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778894908019403204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114189836647361428.post-7053063969623943816</id><published>2011-03-15T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:46:47.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from city to farm</title><content type='html'>The first time I came to the farm ,my new friend decided I need to learn how to swathe. I didn't even know what it was, I was told it was like a big mower. This machine had no top and the controls&amp;nbsp; were hand levers, boy was I in for a fun time....I got a 5 min this is how it works and off he went, now I was on my own, no one told me going down hill the swather would fight for control,and the scary part was it wining. After about 3 round I was the master, I was getting a great tan the line were so so straight, then the reel stoped, no one told me what to do it parts stoped.....we didn't have a cell then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4114189836647361428-7053063969623943816?l=lifeofafarmwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofafarmwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7053063969623943816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofafarmwife.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-city-to-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4114189836647361428/posts/default/7053063969623943816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4114189836647361428/posts/default/7053063969623943816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofafarmwife.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-city-to-farm.html' title='from city to farm'/><author><name>farmwife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778894908019403204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
