I love a clearing sale.
My Dad used to drag me to clearing sales all over.
Today was spent at a nearby clearing sale.
The colors, the smell, the dust, the heat, the rust, the treasure.
They have shaped part of me somehow. In someway.
I am sure of it.
But....Today Wayne came home with this..
And this is what my Father took home to my Mother.
Everyone's gotta have a Tractor........