In John Deere Green

This weekend I stepped outside and in a moment I was transported back in time. For a split second I was 4 years old, riding on the John Deere with my Grandpa Schaumburg. This was something that I will always cherish in the short time that I had him. He passed when I was only 12 years old. But as a kid, I always wanted to ride on the John Deere with him. Or I wanted him to sit and swing (I always asked him to "wing me")  with me on the front porch swing.

I have pictures of us together somewhere. And occasionally when there were cousins around he would hook up a big yellow wagon and pull us all. We thought it was the best. Hattie won't let Mitch mow with out her. And it melts my heart!