One long, easy smile . . .
That's what this past weekend felt like. Daughters Jo and Kate weren't here so it wasn't quite perfect, but the weather was. And there was Gary working around the farm with nephew Ryan out from RI to help. And then Dave here to add his certain je ne se qua to the mix. Got Ryan to ride into the big city of Mt. Vernon with Dave and me to help pick out a digital camera just so I could take some pics. We bought the same model Ryan has, which made decoding all those buttons a whole lot easier for une femme d'un certaine age -- okay, 60 -- to work the thing.
Here are the early results . . . That's "Ah Youth" Ryan on the left. He helped mow and rake and clear a patch of ground south of the barn that hasn't seen human footsteps for years; hauled huge cherry logs down out of the woods so Gary can get 'em to a sawmill to be cut and cured; and built a bridge over the Big Dig going on in our back yard. In between he strummed guitar and sang out on the picnic table, roasted marshmallows, ate S'mores (and healthier stuff) and watched the moon and stars. Oh, and he also put on a killer (a few times almost literally) July 4th fireworks show.
Dave's there in the center, looking amused -- probably at something he just said -- and finally showing a bit of age at 50. He ran errands -- out for ice and back to find he had to go right back out for charcoal, only to learn we'd found some here by the time he got back home. He played chief dish-n-bottle washer, too, talked literature/music/politics and did what he does best . . . be good company.
And bringing up the end is Gary -- Jungle Gary as he was known when he was a lot closer to Ryan's age. He did everything Ryan did but backwards and in high heels. Which is the reason for that world-weary expression -- well, that and a couple o' beers. Oh, yeah, he also cooked and grilled great food. Sometimes he even talked!
Not pictured are the 6 dogs and three cats that shared our weekend: Gary's three standard poodles, collectively known as The Clowns; Henry, the world's best farm dog though ailing at the moment from a fight to the death with a racoon; Rocky, a Lasho-Poo we've been dog-sitting for a friend while she settles into new digs; Dave's dog, Shade, aka Velcro-Boy because he never leaves Dave's side; and Charlie, Tib and Suzi -- current members of our ever-shifting community of cats
Me? Well, I'm not there cuz I'm not stupid enough to have my spirit stolen. But what I did was fix a lot of food, wash a lot of dishes, and generally enjoy the company of three terrific men.
Call me lucky.




