The Old Mule

A view from my back porch...

  It was sixty plus degress as we sat out on the old porch last evening. Good conversation as the coals made ready for our friday night fare was the order after a long week on the farm. We watched as a slow low fog moved across the east pasture. It became dense as it made its way over the barn, almost laying still just in reach if one wanted to try. The mositure was whitish in color creating a bright lighting efect aginst the darken sky. After a few minuits it was gone and so was the week we spent in pridful work bringing that satisfaction I enjoy for a job well done. Maybe time will grant a new week ahead and with it the strength to build more than a structure, but more memories to last another hundred years..........................................Dan