I have one side of the sign painted and working on the other.
Ken gave his John Deere riding mower away to his friend's granddaughter's family who have just moved to a home on 3 acres. Ken and Bob worked on the mower 2 days to get it running as it has been setting in the garage for over 12 years.
I found this book at the thrift store Monday, I really enjoy Billy Collins poetry. He was the Poet Laureate of the US in 2001 to 2003.Here's a sample:
I wondered about you
when you told me never to leave
a box of wooden, strike-anywhere matches
lying around the house because the mice
might get into them and start a fire.
But your face was absolutely straight
when you twisted the lid down on the round tin
where the matches, you said, are always stowed.
Who could sleep that night?
Who could whisk away the thought
of the one unlikely mouse
padding along a cold water pipe
behind the floral wallpaper
gripping a single wooden match
between the needles of his teeth?
Who could not see him rounding a corner,
the blue tip scratching against a rough-hewn beam,
the sudden flare, and the creature
for one bright, shining moment
suddenly thrust ahead of his time-
now a fire-starter, now a torchbearer
in a forgotten ritual, little brown druid
illuminating some ancient night.
Who could fail to notice,
lit up in the blazing insulation,
the tiny looks of wonderment on the faces
of his fellow mice, onetime inhabitants
of what once was your house in the country?
Enjoy your day!