The Rugged Mountain Man was chatting with our neighbor, mentioning that he'd been fighting off sickness and was getting behind on the grass. He was concerned our Cub Cadet would be in over its head very soon.
Half an hour later, a vintage John Deere, as old as my Dad, came chugging up over the hill to tackle our thick green foliage.
The Blossoms LOVED it. We had our own private tractor parade. (Country girls like tractor parades.)
Yes, they just don't make tractors like they used to. It was a beautiful thing!
But also, you just don't usually find people willing to lend a hand at a moments' notice. My Dad always said,
"It's rarely convenient to help someone."
Maybe what you've got can be a blessing to others. Why not chug it on over to help somebody out?
PS - Happy Birthday, Dad.
