Nothing makes W more giddy with glee than the sight of countless big, green, dirty…tractors. I think he actually prefers the ones that still smell like manure. Yup. My kid is definitely from Maine. Even though we don’t own a tractor…and never have…and never will. Ever.
But, knowing his penchant for anything with wheels, I hoped the “Tractors and Trucks” event at Pineland Farms would be a hit. What I didn’t know was just how much I was going to love the place, too. After making the 40+ minute trek, parking once to buy our ticket, getting back into the car to drive down to the farm…we finally came to the top of a hill…
And I was at a total loss for words….
At least until I texted all my mom-friends how amazing this place was. But, seriously. The way the haze settled over the green hills as they rolled into crisp white fences and picturesque barns…I mean, I thought we were in Ireland. And I never thought I wanted to visit Ireland, but after this I’m totally down…
Ok, so the tractor part. We walked down the road and arrived at the barn to find tractor after tractor after flatbed after bulldozer and a FIRETRUCK (have I mentioned how much he loves firetrucks, too!?). Each and every one of them was open to the kiddos to climb in and on.
But you couldn’t push any buttons.
I know, I know! I found that hilarious, too. Like that was going to happen. So, I just tried to steer him clear of the emergency brake…I figured that had to count for something?
Then we decided to take a little walk to the Blueberry Hill slide. We even ran into some friends in the cabin and by the tractor wheel. Life was good.
And we still had so many adventures ahead of us! W said hello to the baby goat and got to feed and pet the incredible cows in the barn. He was so proud of himself!
It was an incredible day. I may have already mentioned that. But even after several hours there, the awe hadn’t worn off a bit. We wandered back down the road, said goodbye to the beautiful horses, and our hearts were full.