The small joys we experience are relief from the menial chores of our profession
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
I saw the pickup when he turned into our long driveway. I was on my way to the barn to do the chores. It was sure frosty, so I was stepping lively. The hour felt early but it wasn't really early, just after sunrise. The truck was coming in slowly; I suppose he was looking things over to see if he could see signs of life.