The Tin Star tractor best "sings" when tuned to be in concert with its brush hawg shredder.
There is something of a mindless narcotic to shredding weeds on a ranch.
The powerful drone of the diesel, the whir of the shredder blades, and the distractions of blue sky, birds, and all manner of trees.
Time seems to stand still and perturbing thoughts have no chance of creeping into perspective.
Simple pleasures are still the best and this day was no exception.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment