Right now, we are working on creating a large fall garden. Hubby plowed it for me, then nudged me into trying the plow. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I couldn’t remember how to start or drive the thing. Ever since we’ve had our (piece of junk) tractor, I’ve been a litte indimitated by it. It is old and rusty and has way too many levers. After a refresher course on how it works, I got onboard and became comfortable with driving the tractor with the plow. Then we changed implements and I used the box blade to drag the grass out of my garden. The next evening I hopped on and used a bucket to pick up the grass and dirt. I drove the dirt down into the field to fill in some low spots.
When I was a kid, our park had a big sand pit with a metal toy you sat on. It could turn in circles and scoop and drop the sand. Us kids could spend hours playing in the sand box. Driving the tractor and moving all the dirt reminded me of those childhood summer days. It was actually relaxing to move all that dirt around! Well, until my left quad was shaking from pushing down on the clutch so many times! This isn’t like the clutch in your car. I’ve got to use all my strength to push this clutch in all the way.
The most satisfying part of using the tractor to get my garden ready? When hubby took our toddler to the window one morning, pointed to the tractor and asked her “What is that?” “Mommy’s tractor”, she replied. I love my piece of junk tractor. I am grateful I don’t have to use a shovel to dig grass. I am thankful I don’t have to push a wheelbarrow across acres of land. I am thankful my children see that mommy is capable of running farm machinary. I am glad my piece of junk tractor doesn’t have a payment attached. So, I’m sorry tractor. I appreciate every rust spot of your machinary. We’ll call you “Mommy’s tractor” from now on.