I had to do some run some errands today while my husband and our friend accomplished some home repairs. My son was eager to join me on my outing since it entailed a home repair store and I was happy to have the company, especially his.
On the ride to the store, I noticed some antique tractors and equipment lined up at a farm and immediately pointed them out to my son. He, of course, thought they were awesome! While at the store, I used my phone to look up the events calendar for the farm (don't you just love technology these days?!), and was able to see that there was an antique tractor show going on there today. We would just have to stop by there on the way home! The fellas at home would just have to wait an extra half hour for their goods...
We got there and made our rounds. You have to understand something about my son to fully appreciate this feeling we both had. He loves anything with wheels, he loves anything wheels that is antique even more, and he loves machinery. Now imagine all of that wrapped up into one place.
I love photography. I would love to be better at it, but more than that, I would love for my son to take it up as well and he has shown a lot of interest in the art. I gave him my phone, since I didn't think to bring my camera along to the store, and let him take pictures of all the things he loved with it today (there's that wonderful technology again). These photos posted are all his images.
We had such a good time looking at everything and talking about how the machines worked and what they were used for. He took pictures, and I gave him some tips as well. We had a great time. I have to say, that this farm field was a bit unwieldy for me. I just so happened to wear cute little Ralph Lauren plaid peep toe wedges today. Not exactly pasture wear. But I dealt with it just fine.
One of the machines, was a saw that cut large tree trunks. The guy running it had a bunch of the round slabs of trunks splayed out onto the grass with a sign reading "Garden Steps Free". My son thought we needed about seven, I talked him down to four. We carried the steps up to the fence by our car and dropped the over the side so we wouldn't have to carry the up the hill, around the gate and then back down. As I did this, I hear my son yell out "Last one there is a rotten egg! Hahah!"
He was already half way up the hill!
Head start or no, and more notably, wedges or no, I was going for it! I ran up that hill after him, toes squeezing through those torturous peep toe holes every step of the way along the squishy ground. Back at my car, I was quickly realizing how much my poor toes suffered, but I didn't care. I just had to make to the grocery store and back to the house.
He still won, but we laughed heartily! Then, we checked our shoes for not so pleasant cow patty remnants. Phew! We were extremely lucky there! It was bad enough my son was a little stinker with his head start, but I certainly didn't want any thing else stinking us up!
When I pulled in the driveway and stepped out the car, the first thing I did was kick off those shoes! Right by the car! Ahhh, that felt much better. What a great day!