My husband has to drive several hundred miles this week to meet the seller halfway and pick the big thing up. Check it out. This 34HP bad boy even has a hydrostatic transmission.

The super sensitive and poetic men in my house really are naming this pretty orangey-sunset-red Kubota Digger.

But you know what? I simply don't care. All I can do this evening is grin from ear to ear like a totally deliriously delighted fool because my shoveling and wheelbarrow days are almost over. And now I 'm that much closer to having a real riding arena!

I just have to learn to drive the Digger.

Flickr photos: candytrash