It started out simply enough. I was mowing a few noxious weeds around the pond on The John Deere Mower or as My Loving Spouse refers to it, The Little Green Illegitimate Child (those might not exactly be the word he uses), but we are keeping it clean.
I was on the narrow side of the pond, which borders the irrigation ditch. I could not get around the pond to mow, as the water from the pond to the ditch has a leak and it was too wet to drive through and not get stuck. We all know what happens when I drive into areas that are too wet…there ends up being a very funny story about “My wife and the tractor“, except I am, obviously not the one who tells it. In an effort to avoid any more of those stories, I put The Little Green B in reverse to leave the pond, however, when I put on the brake nothing happened….and I mean nothing.
I was on a short hill with nothing behind me, but high grass and the irrigation ditch. I calmly, yet loudly (as I was sliding quickly toward the deep ditch) called for assistance from My Loving Spouse who was nearby, as I slammed on the brakes. We each have a memory difference of this incident as he remembers it as a loud ‘caterwauling!’ By the time he looked up, I was gone.
“Where are you?”
‘In the ditch!’
Luckily for me, the mowing deck on The Little Green B had caught on the edge of the embankment and my backward progress was momentarily stopped. My Loving Spouse finally came to my rescue, but not before laughing and snapping pictures. I’d gone under the electric fence, knocked my hat off and was surprised to find that I was still dry.The laughter lasted longer than the rescue.
Blue had the mower out in no time.
For the rest of the day, My Loving Spouse was sending pictures to The Family, under headings of “look what she’s done now”. A certain Son’s comment was, “Well, at least she didn’t set anything on fire this time!”
Someone was still laughing at dinner, when I commented that I don’t think “The John Deere’s brakes work very well.”
‘Oh, yes’, said Mr. Smarty Pants (My Loving Spouse), ‘I’ve needed to adjust them.’
Glad you are recovered enough to drive the tractor! That is the important part of the story in my opinion.
THANK YOU!!!!
This week, I finally feel like myself!
How come THIS post doesn’t end with
“…..and we are blessed”? 😅😂🤗
…just keeping it real!
😉
It wasn’t my polite laugh you heard – it was a very loud guffaw! At least you didn’t see if John Deere could swim 🙂
Dear John,
All the time I was going downhill, I was waiting to hear a splash!
I just think it needs to be said….. WHO allowed his spouse to use Little Green when it was known the brakes were not working at their optimum? I think this was a set up so he could have another story to tell! 🙂
I think you are RIGHT! “He who is still laughing”.
Sorry Ellen but I have had a chuckle over this remembering the time you got Blue stuck in the the bog in the middle of the field you were topping………how many days did it take to get it out? 😂
It is okay, especially now that I know that your brother knew we had no brakes!