Tractor Commute

 Who said there is only one way to get to a meeting?

Who said there is only one way to get to a meeting?

Tractor Commute

It was an absolutely beautiful fall morning as I headed north to a meeting near our state capitol, Jefferson City.

As I do every day, I chose my something different for the day as the route I usually take. Turning the routing over to my iphone, I followed the back roads through the rolling fall color-covered hills and fog-covered valleys, enjoying the new route without checking the map every few seconds to make sure I was on the right road.

There were tiny towns I never heard of, and some that were familiar but I had never visited before. I was traveling through after the busy morning commute so only a few school buses lumbered past me, and a truck or two.

By the time I arrived at my meeting destination, I felt like I had meandered through several story lines.

My meeting was at a demonstration farm, a lovely setting at the top of a hill with cows serenading us at one side, chickens roaming on the other side. As I pulled into my parking space, I saw the parked tractor.

Now there was a story I wanted to hear!

Charlotte