I went out to my little slice of heaven this afternoon, the family land seven miles from my house. Various obligations and self-imposed tasks had conspired to keep me away from there for the last couple of months and it was sorely in need of some bush-hogging.
Bush-hogging, also known as shredding, or mowing in other parts of the country involve a tractor and a mower. Something like this.
To a country boy, there is very little that is as satisfying as bush-hogging. You can see immediately what you've doine and what you need to do. Very satisfying. Of course, I was on my father's tractor, a little International 244 that I've driven since the early '80s. Sitting on that tractor is like operating an old friend, we've spent so many hours together.
About an hour before I finished, it started raining, just a gentle summer shower. The sun was still shining and the rain drops looked like little jewels falling through the trees. I watched the rain fall as I steered the tractor, finishing the little patch I had started. By the time I got to the barn, the rain had stopped so I brushed the limbs, leaves and twigs off the tractor, put it away, then swept the dirt I had tracked into the barn. Locked everything up and headed home.
I feel like I actually accomplished something today. The back meadows are mowed, and I can see across the property. Very satisfying..