Six Sentence Story: Plow

He was dreaming he was a tater roasting in hot coals just before he awakened to the sensation of being slowly dragged by a strap pulling at the back of his neck, laid out like the loser in a knock out prize fight, across a soft but bumpy surface. The sun, at its highest point in the sky, pressed down with white heat on his eyelids making it impossible to open them. Suddenly, he felt the salvation of cool relief as the parched earthy smell turned to the sweet fragrance of young grass and a shadow inched across his face encouraging him to open his eyes. There stood his mule, Jane, still harnessed to the plow and standing over him just taking a break, in the shady hedgerow, where she apparently had labored to drag it along with his “dead weight” in tow. The shade and cool grass revived him quickly and moments later he was able to untangle himself and stand as he brushed the dust from his face and patted himself down. He leaned against his partner wrapping one arm around her neck as he dug through his pocket, past a wad of sod, for a sugar cube and gently spoke in her ear, ” Darlin’, I doubt that John Deere, my brother wanted me to buy, would have known what to do when I fainted. Good girl.”.

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My Idea of a Perfect Sunday

I’m a lucky woman!

 

New York Giants Football

My perfect Sundays usual happen in September.

Waking up to a lovely Autumn morning (about 58 degrees) at my camp site in the woods. My granddaughter waking up with me waiting out on the bench for hot chocolate. Watching the sun rise through the trees as the birds sing us a happy day tune.

A little later, Kat and I go to the local flea market. We bring Ollie (our Jack Russell). He yelps with excitement as we pull in. He loves this social time among local friends who know him by name. The “book guy” is my favorite stop and Katherine enjoys the “toy people”.

We end up back at camp and Katherine and family leave for home. I stay and take photographs of nature and enjoy the quiet as my husband cuts some wood. If I’m lucky,the NY Giants will have the 4:00pm game and we have a while to get home. (Our camp is only 35 minutes from our home.)

I’ll help Ed stack some wood and then we’ll sit and have one beer. Most often, we don’t even converse. Just to sit and observe our little piece of heaven is enough. I cannot say enough about the hard physical work that Ed put into that place! I don’t think any modern man knows what a day’s work is compared to Ed’s measure.

Finally, we pack for home and I make a nice meal. A pork roast was my family’s favorite Sunday meal. Then it’s football time!

My daughter and I just love that game. (She’s a 49ers fan but I love her any way.)

A phone call from my father is an occasional delight during a commercial in the game. “Did you see that play? ” “Boy, did they get robbed!”

The rest of the day is couch time with Ollie and Ed.

Yup, I have lots of perfect Sundays that start and end in a similar fashion…

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