This is what he does...

Quote for my day: Freedom is from within  . Frank Lloyd Wright

This is what he does. He works very hard, spends hours on the phone, and the computer. He reads entire files of legal documents, pays close attention to multiple tiny details and deadlines. He keeps our yard in a constant state of green, always trimmed and manicured, looking like a park. He chauffeurs me to and from, and runs any errands asked of him with great efficiency.

But when it is his time to relax, to take a break from his everyday responsibilities, his every day work load, and his everyday stress...

This is what he does....

And he does it for hours. He does it in the daylight and by those old head lamps at night. He gets on that old tractor, wearing his favorite old hat, and he drives. First east and west, then north and south, around the old tree, around the well, and down the valley. He knows the exact location of each big rock, old stump, and an old pile of barbed wire.

He watches the neighbors cat run outside hoping to catch a rabbit taken by surprise and running for cover. He watches field mice scamper trying to stay out of sight of that cat.  He finishes and turns the tractor for home feeling physically tired, hot, sweaty and... happy. 

He listens to nothing but the constant and steady sound of that old ford tractor. That is what it is about, a physical workout, a mental break, and the feeling of creating something beautiful. It looks like a park filled with rolling hills and shade trees and the sound of an old Ford N tractor and... happy.

This is what he does...