I so enjoyed your stories today. The story about sitting beside the man on the flight to England who bought your daddy's farmland for a business enterprise. That's almost like winning the lottery; except there was no money involved for you. What is that about? The odds were probably thirty million to one? Do you agree, Sam? But, it did happen to you on your flight to England. AMAZING!
I have no other pictures, so I will show the same one.
By the way, you do NOT look 88 years old in this picture. Just saying.
I loved hearing about how you and Susan named the chickens that visit her property. What are their names now? Betty? Gladys? Irene? and Penelope? I am so proud of you for naming the visiting chickens. Why didn't you name the pheasant? You know. The chicken with the long tail?
While you were away, I noticed one of our mailboxes had accumulated a few leaves in P.O. Box 242, Advent Glass Works mailbox. The handle has been ajar for weeks; therefore I had grown skeptical.
I didn't know if there was a spider building a nest in there, or a squirrel, or possibly a snake. YIKES!
Therefore, over the past few weeks, I have feared opening that mailbox.
Dear Mom, if you had been here, I would have expressed my feelings on this issue. This past week, while you were in England, I noticed a huge gathering of leaves in Mailbox 242.
So yesterday, I opened the 242 mailbox and a sweet little wren fluttered out of her nest. Ultimately, I taped a sign on the mailbox that read, "Put this mail in Box 240." I am hoping our mail carrier will carry out my wishes.
Pretty soon I will drive you up to that mailbox and we will try to see the tiny house wrens that have nested in P.O. Box 242.
Mom, I know you would have liked my daily story to you from the porches; but you were not here ; therefore, I'm telling the story to you now.