old red tractors

 

There’s just something about old red tractors that makes me feel happy. I can’t quite pinpoint exactly why that is but I suspect it’s a combination of things. Obviously I have a love for vintage things so I know that’s  part of it. The old rounded shape of these beauties just can’t be compared to the flashy, square looking modern tractors. The gorgeous painted and metal labels, the smell of old diesel, the rusty bibs and bobs, the faded, chippy red paint, the thin, round, hard steering wheel, the metal seat. All lovely little works of old red tractor art.

 

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When I see an old Massey Ferguson my mind goes instantly back to my childhood days on our little farm in Brogo. I can hear the chug-chug-chug of my Dad’s grey Massey tractor puttering around the hills. I remember the smell of  diesel smoke coming out of the chimney, wafting over us as we stood on the back, clinging to the metal tire rims, heading over to the bush to collect firewood.

 

old red tractors

 

I think about the old days and how the land around here has been ploughed and worked by these humble little machines. No air con. No canopy. No sun protection. No wind shelter. Farmers with their weathered, sun kissed skin, leather hats and blade of grass in mouth, out in the fresh country air, slowly going about their days work. Cattle to feed. Hay to make. Grass to slash. Crops to sow. Logs to be moved.

And I think that’s it. The slow way of life. That’s what these old red tractors represent for me. A bygone time when life was not so busy and people connected with the land and the outdoors. Where families stuck together, kids and parents and grandparents and aunties and uncles out in the paddocks working side by side, their minds quiet and their bodies growing weary from a healthy day’s work. Then night would fall and they’d sit around the  kitchen table together, sharing a meal that they’d produced as a family – a sheep that had been raised, potatoes freshly dug, beans and carrots from the veggie patch.

There’s something about that place where my mind wanders to when I look a these old red tractors, and of course other vintage stuff, that feels nice and cosy and safe. And it’s not the life I’m living myself. Though it’s closer than it used to be. And I like that.

 

old red tractors

 

The reason that I’ve been able to drool over these old red tractors lately is because Pete is on the hunt for a new tractor. Well, new as in, new to him, but old and vintagey of course. The little red Massey up there happened to be for sale out at Brogo recently. It wasn’t quite the tractor for Pete, though the fact that it was a Massey AND red certainly made it hard to refuse. Especially for me!

old red tractors

 

This big old girl {and that’s something I love about these tractors too – they are all old girls!} isn’t a Massey, though it is equally as lovely and old and red. The beauty of this one is that it is the mother to Pete’s tractor. It’s massive. He already has a little old, red International tractor but tragedy struck recently and has put her out of work for awhile. In the meantime the blackberries and tussocks are growing and the paddocks have sprung to life with all of this end of Spring growth. They are in desperate need of slashing and so it is time to bite the bullet and replace the little red caboose {as Pete call’s her}, for now at least.

old red tractors

 

This old girl came along our path last week and she is now in the running to become the replacement tractor. She’s big and strong and has lots of handy implementy things that go with her. Like all old red tractors she has a few little leaks and rattles but we are hoping they are not too much of a problem.

Anyway, regardless of whether we end up with her or not, I definitely have had some fun snapping photos and drooling over these old girls. Somehow it feels like a real privilege to hang out with them and wonder about the stories they could tell and the lives they have led.

 

old red tractors

 

So how about you – do you fancy old red tractors? Is that your thing? Or am I just a bit of a fruitloop? Go on, be honest;)

Kim x