In all my excitement and relief over last week's hay delivery, I've been remiss in sharing this little story from the day.
It makes me laugh every time I think about it.
So the Hay Man backs up his rig right next to the hay barn. The Cowboy he brought along to help unload
climbs down from the cab. Introductions were made and a few pleasantries exchanged,
then Cowboy asks me, "So, do you see turtles around here often?"
I laughed and knew right away what had happened. "You must have seen Turtle Steve," I said.
Cowboy explained that he and Hay Man got out of the truck to look at him,
then picked him up and moved him out of the middle of the road.
Turtle Steve's not that big, so I was very impressed that Hay Man and Cowboy recognized him for what he was
(a less observant driver might have thought him a rock or a pile of cow poop), let alone moved him out of harm's way.
Apparently Hay Man's wife has a couple of large tortoises so he was attuned to slow-moving round objects in the road.
Anyway, it was a lucky day for Turtle Steve, and for me. Between this story and a full hay barn, I'm still smiling.
Add to that, a surprise in my mailbox. When I went to town this weekend, I stopped to pick up my mail
and found a small package. I couldn't remember ordering anything so I was anxious to open it
and see what I had bought and forgotten about.
I laughed all the way to town. Thank you, mysterious benefactor – you know me too well.