a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Tractor Waits

The king must recover from his shoulder surgery and the tractor waits, silently.
The old tractor is wasting away. This was the reason I did not have a horse when I was growing up, the tractor worked then.
Marcy can remember riding the tractor with Daddy. He would let her steer as she stood in front of him.
The tractor was retired when Dad bought a Deutz in the seventies. It sadly sets, slowly becoming a part of the landscape.

8 comments:

Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

Old tractors are beautiful.

I have another horse friend who also blogs and she has the same kind of dog as you, also named Maggie Mae!

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Rural Rambler said...

Gail I have a "thing" for tractors and that is a cool tractor! We don't have one :(

And by the way I am obsessive compulsive too. Everything has a place in the house and it better be there. I have gotten better as I get older and in just the last six months it's like just so the house is clean and a little picked-up. There are just better and more fun things to do.

Carla said...

Lawn ornament? You decide to not use that Kubota, I'll take it off your hands:)

Gennasus said...

I like how the tractor is now part of the land that it used to work on. Very fitting.

Silliyak said...

There are quite a few people who are into restoring and showing old tractors. May be you could find a happy home for it.

~Tonia said...

I love old tractors too!! My dad recently had to sell his Old 1958 Farmall.. It was particularly sad because it had been bought brand new by his grandpa and passed to his dad. My brother and I couldnt afford to buy it at the time and my dad needed the money so it had to go.... But thats life... Anyway I love them and I have pics of it!!

Pyatshaw said...

I can remember the sad day when the first tractor arrived and the horses became redundant (gradually). It wasn't new, nor did it have rubber tyres but sort of blunt spiked steel wheels. We called these "spikes" spuds...not very comfy to sit on...anywhere! I'm showing my age here but I think that must have been in the '40s.

Sarah said...

I can just imagine you saying this, with your lovely Southern drawl! Very nostalgic post.S

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