On the subject of wheels, I'm reminded of something I once read … "Blessed are those who go around in circles, for they shall be known as big wheels"! I don't know about that, but one of my favorite pastimes is a drive down some obscure country road.
My mother was a spunky little dynamo who could handle a cookstove and a hammer with equal ease. She was happiest in her garden, which she tended with great care, and no visitor left without a sample of her jams or jellies, or some other product of her labor. She quilted and carpentered, and she could feed an army with 30 minutes notice. She kept her house tidy and God in her heart.