I never thought I’d be that person—waking up early on a Saturday, eagerly throwing on work boots, and rushing outside not to sip coffee on the porch but to fire up a John Deere. Yet here I am, grinning ear to ear, probably annoying the neighbors, and definitely having way too much fun with this #JohnDeere.
It started innocently enough. I bought a used John Deere lawn tractor to help maintain our ever-growing backyard. With two acres of grass that seemed to grow a foot a week, my little push mower just wasn’t cutting it (literally or figuratively). I needed something with power, something with attitude, and maybe something with cupholders.
Enter the John Deere.
From the first time I turned the key and heard that low, satisfying rumble, I knew I was in trouble. This wasn’t just a machine—it was a toy, disguised as a responsible adult purchase. Mowing the lawn used to be a chore; now it’s a highlight of my week. I pop in some earbuds, cue up a playlist, and suddenly I’m cruising the yard like I’m on a country road with nowhere to be. Except, of course, I’m doing laps around a shed.
But it doesn’t stop at mowing. Oh no. That’s just the gateway activity. Pretty soon I was researching all the attachments. Aerators, dump carts, snowblades, and even a tow-behind sprayer. Did I need them? Not really. Did I want them? Like a kid wants candy. I started planning out “projects” just for an excuse to fire up the Deere. My yard has never been so pampered.
I even gave it a name: Ol’ Green. Because after a few hours behind the wheel, it felt like a companion. A partner in productivity. We’ve seen things together—tackled mole hills, survived rain-soaked terrain, and even outran a surprised deer once (okay, it was a rabbit, but still—felt epic).
My spouse initially rolled their eyes at my excitement. But then they took it for a spin, and now I have to check the garage before assuming it’s available. What started as “your toy” quickly became “our weekend ride.” The John Deere has become a household bonding tool. We argue over whose turn it is to mow. We track mow time. We discuss strategy for dealing with tricky slopes.
Even the dog seems to love it. He sits at the edge of the porch like a tiny supervisor, watching me make pass after perfect pass, tail wagging like he knows this is serious business. Or maybe he’s just amused that I’m waving at imaginary fans like I’m in a tractor parade.
Of course, there have been learning moments. Like that time I got a little too confident and forgot to check for rocks. Spoiler alert: the blade did not like that. Or the time I thought I could make a three-point turn between two trees. The John Deere survived, my pride did not. But honestly, every mishap just adds to the adventure.
So yes, I admit it: I’m having way too much fun with this #JohnDeere. It’s practical, it’s powerful, and most of all, it brings joy in the most unexpected ways. Who knew a piece of farm equipment could become such a beloved part of daily life?
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a patch of perfectly fine grass that I definitely need to mow again—for, uh, quality control purposes.
