Yesterday afternoon, it was fairly warm, so I decided I'd cut my lower field before the brush had a chance to take over, next Spring. I was wearing a denim skirt and a sweater. It felt so nice that I decided not to change. I got out the tractor, checked the oil and hydraulic fluid and hooked up the bush hog. Then I climbed into the seat. I was really enjoying myself when I heard a car horn. It was our mail lady who had pulled into the driveway to turn around before putting the mail in the box. She asked if I wanted the mail, or just put it into the box. I told her to put it into the box and I'd get it later. She said she liked the kilt I was wearing.(She has seen me kilted before) I just said thank you and she went on her way. Something in me wanted to correct her and say, it's a skirt, but I didn't do it.