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Baymule
Herd Master
There was a brief break in the rain, so I suited up and went outside and did morning chores. Then here came a wave of hard rain, but at least sheep got something in their bellies.
Back inside, covered by a plaid wool throw that my maternal grandfather carried in the trunk of his car for many years. He traveled a lot and said he might get stranded and having a blanket could be a good thing. To my knowledge, he was never stranded. He died some 47 years ago. My mother then carried the blanket in the trunk of her car, always prepared for the emergency that never showed up.
Now the plaid wool throw is mine. I’ve braved the elements to care for animals and am back inside. I’m covered by the blanket, hot cup of coffee, my bootied feet are framing Carson, laying on a towel, licking the rain off his feet.
A peaceful moment, under the canopy of love from my Mom and Grand Daddy Mac.
Back inside, covered by a plaid wool throw that my maternal grandfather carried in the trunk of his car for many years. He traveled a lot and said he might get stranded and having a blanket could be a good thing. To my knowledge, he was never stranded. He died some 47 years ago. My mother then carried the blanket in the trunk of her car, always prepared for the emergency that never showed up.
Now the plaid wool throw is mine. I’ve braved the elements to care for animals and am back inside. I’m covered by the blanket, hot cup of coffee, my bootied feet are framing Carson, laying on a towel, licking the rain off his feet.
A peaceful moment, under the canopy of love from my Mom and Grand Daddy Mac.