Check, Check

Check. Check.  My "fine figure of a man" always checks to make sure our little home is secure when the evening is done and bedtime is upon.  There's a diligence in his duty that is continuous, never ending.  Always there.  Much like making sure there is wood in the shed for winter warmth.   Today Papa came over to help cut the rest of the wood so the shed could be further filled.  Grandma came with him to enjoy a visit, sit in the red lawn chairs and enjoy the blaring, loud sunshine.  January weather isn't supposed to be so amazing.  But it was and is.

It was a day of cleaning, washing, cutting, clearing and burning.  Bringing things back to a state of clean areas and tidy corners.  The cows thought it was time for another feeding when they saw us in the outdoors.  We just laughed at them and told them to go find some greenness to nibble.  They lost interest and eventually wandered away.

Four geese. Two going East and a little later, two going West.  As if they had been at a neighbors, visiting and going home.  Wouldn't have even known they were there.  Silence.  They aren't usually that silent when passing by.  But today there was quiet in the calm skies.

My sister said she likes her quiet little life.  Made for a thankful moment of reflection.  Settled my heart and soul.  But in the midst, made me miss.  Made me thankful for the man who checks the doors.