Mud on the tires

Brad Paisley’s song Mud on the Tires was a No. 1 hit on the Billboard charts in 2003, and it describes our weekend perfectly.

Written in the lyrics – and then with a little luck, we might just get stuck. Let’s get a little mud on the tires.

Ours wasn’t so much luck, but it made for an exciting 20 minutes!

Michael drove his truck through the front field to take some tools to the garden. He was ready to start tilling so in a few months we could start planting.

On the way out, the truck was stuck in mud. 

Stuck.

No one was around to help Michael except me.

Now, I am good at a lot of things, but I really hate driving. I told you before – driving the John Deere lawn mower was a little wild for me.

But we took the UTV and drove it in front of the truck. Michael tied some tow rope up between the two vehicles, and I took my place in the driver’s seat of the UTV.

Tying the tow rope

Michael yelled for me to go. I gunned it. Mud was flying everywhere. Engines were roaring.

Moral support from cousin Leslie.

Getting some mud all over the truck.

I was actually towing the truck out of the mud while my children looked on with wide eyes.

Instructions were given to stop, but when Michael tried to go again the truck wouldn’t budge. In the end, we used some hay, he gained traction and everything was great.

Hay saved the day.

I felt like a billy bad a though. I now felt confident in the driver’s seat.

But the best part was when the girls came over to me to talk about what they saw.

Madi said sweetly, “Usually you go really slowly when you’re driving us in the UTV, but that was cool. I guess you’re a pretty good driver.”

Big compliment coming from a six-year-old who has a big sense of adventure. 

Raking after mowing.

Look at our muscles.

First mow of the year.

Playing on the farm.

The girls built a bridge.

Looks like spring.

First time eating Pop Rocks.

She wasn't a fan at first.

Stopped by Tractor Supply and learned about baby ducks and chicks.