Driving on Coldbrook Road many times I noticed a curious old tractor resting silently in the summers weeds and the winters snow. It was in the fall when I saw its full figure, a tall blade leaning on its side, the seat with just its springs left. It had a rust color you couldn’t get on an artist's pallet. I imagined how many hours some dedicated farmer mowed his fields of hay to feed his livestock. I perceived this tractor as a piece of art. I couldn’t pass by without staring at it like a painting or sculpture piece. It touched my heart.
I finally got the courage to ask its owner if he would sell it. Not only did he say yes but also delivered and sat it in the exact spot I wanted, asking me three times which position I liked best. It now sits on the left side of my front property facing the fields with two large plants giving it life again.
On 6:30 am that Sunday morning when my 1940 Allis-Chalmers Tractor was delivered I realized the real reason we flatlanders come to Vermont. Not only for its green mountains and its postcard views, but for the generations of content, kind, hard-working people, with their dry sense of humor and superhuman tolerance to cold, that makes me realize I’m glad they decided to stay from the 1700s, keeping its rolling hills, mountains, lakes, and farmlands pristine so that the newcomers can enjoy these views and maybe finding a treasure sitting alongside the road.