In high school, we moved to an eighty acre farm of our own. I got a room of my own and a new friend – our Farmall Cub. During the summers, you would often find me mowing our pastures (mowing cuts down weeds and lets the grass grow better). About 40 of the acres were pasture, so this wasn’t a trivial pastime. I picked this picture because it shows the type of mower we had. Ours looke pretty much like this except it was red. It had a big rotary blade and you could raise or lower it to change the height of the mowed grass or to make it easier to get through places where the weeds were very high.
This was my first motorized vehicle and I got pretty comfortable even on slopes like the dam for our pond. In those days (late 50’s) nobody even thought of carrying music players with you and though we were just beginning to see tiny (5″x7″) transistor radios. Even an ipod might not be effective on a Cub because it makes a lot of noise. In those days we didn’t expect to be entertained every moment of the day so I was content to daydream as I mowed.
I can always claim that I was meditating.