Looking along Prune Alley every time I stop at Island Market makes me remember what it was like when my 16-year-old was a toddler. Some of his first words were “backhoe loader” and “dump truck,” and we used to seek out job sites for entertainment. I’d carry light chairs, and we’d walk the streets in search of heavy machinery.
My mom drove around the suburbs where she lived near Dallas many years ago to capture tractor scenes with her camera. She printed all the photos and put them in a little album for our son to take anywhere he went.
Every time we went to the library when he was little, Evan and I would come out with two-foot-high stacks of tractor books. He taught me what all the machines were and how they worked. Exactly how they worked. It’s the chattiest he’s ever been. I take that back. He’s still telling me how machines work; he’s just way beyond me now.
This post is in honor of all the Orcas children who love big equipment. Your dream scene is right in Eastsound, and if you can’t be there right now, here you go…
