Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Tuned, Storing up, Chased

1. When the piano tuner is finished, he plays beautiful melodies up and down the keyboard and smiles at his work.
2. Steve picks up another load of hay before the next storm arrives. I feel better knowing we have it stored up in time.
3. The owner of the farm chases me down his long driveway, honking his horn for me to stop because he thinks I'm a trespasser. Once I poke my head out the window and he sees that it's me, he smiles. The little pointed hood tied around his serious face makes me giggle and I think it's not a very good style for confronting intruders.

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