Horse Power :: Tractor Lust
ETA for our tractor— ~ April 2006.
New Holland tractors are bright, and shiny, and blue. We test drove one last year at the New Holland dealer’s in Albuquerque. I was surprised to learn from that good ol’ boy (with a belt buckle the size of a dinner plate) who showed us around that often, with recreational horse people like us, it’s the wife who winds up driving the tractor the majority of the time.
Well, if that’s the case, then it seems to me that naming the tractor should be the horsewoman's domain. I’ve been working on my list—
Possible New Holland tractor names:
Big Blue
Betty Blue(No. Once had a Victorian, blue enamel, pot-bellied stove by that name.)
Blue Sky (Nah. Reminds me of working in that Boston brokerage firm.)
Azul
Skylar (Too fluffy. The cowboy husband won’t buy it in a million years.)
Big Blue! A-z-u-l? I think I’m onto something here.
Dennis and I were talking over the weekend about what we’re going to do once we get the tractor. Horse manure hauling and spreading aside, I can imagine the trenching that will take place. Holes will be dug. Electric and water lines will be laid. I’m going to have to arm wrestle my husband to even get a chance to drive the darn thing.
As for me, I’m throwing a hay ride. It may just be me, Dennis, the kids, and Matilda-the-tenacious-heeler, but that’s OK. I see us cruising up and down the old Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe road. The sun is setting above the mesa spilling its golden glow all across the valley. There's cider. Donuts.
Party on.
