Tuesday, May 3, I spotted one of the most elusive creatures in these parts of late: a tractor. The incredibly chilly and wet weather has prevented farmers from getting into the fields.
On Monday, while out for a run, I finally noticed it: the silence. Usually spring runs and bike rides--as early as March and most definitely always April--mean sharing the countryside with the planting machines and the friendly farmers within who always are eager to give a wave. While running down the gravel road on Monday, I felt lonely and the missing tractors were the reason.
But clouds and rain gave way yesterday to clear skies and warmer temps. The tractors were in the fields during the day, and even when I came home after sunset there they were, headlights on, trying to make up for lost time.
(Out of nostalgia I chose the Allis Chalmers pic, though unfortunately a sighting of one of these is the rarest of all).
1 comment:
Love it! Tractors are a part of our souls, I think...if that's possible. They are mine, I know.
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