Tractor Tales

At one of the Disney parks in Florida, there used to be a ride called “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride”.  I’m not sure if it’s still there, but I believe it was based on The Wind in the Willows.  It was jerky and bumpy, but safe for little kids and you couldn’t help but giggle as you rode along.  Growing up, we always joked that riding in the car with my Dad driving was like “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride”….it was jerky and bumpy, but safe and you couldn’t help but giggle as you rode along.  Yesterday, I took the kids out on the lawn mower….ahem, I mean lawn tractor….for a little joy ride.  When the eldest drove the tractor, she was cautious, watched for big bumps, slowed down when appropriate, and never really got going too fast.  I relaxed in the seat and rode along.  No big deal.  When the youngest took the wheel, I couldn’t help but flash back to ole’ Mr. Toad.  He was jerky and bumpy and fast….I think he was AIMING for bumps and once bounced us so hard in the seat that the machine stalled on us!  I guess Mr. Toad like driving is hereditary and he got the gene (must have skipped a generation because I drive smooth as silk…insert sarcastic grin here…)

This morning, I donned my overalls (yes, overalls – they are very practical), and hopped on the lawn tractor to start mowing the field North of the house.  I put in my headphones, turned on the tunes and started mowing.  It was actually a great way to spend time.  The air was cool, the sun was shining on the freshly cut field surrounding me, the grasshoppers were jumping around.  I let my mind wander as I rode and mowed (so poetic, I know).

It was peaceful…zen-like…I was just reaching near Buddha enlightenment when I looked down and noticed I was nearly out of gas.

So much for enlightenment.

Sunrise at the farm – all the enlightenment I need for the day