Memories, fences and the wind

- Barbed wire fence mend -

The other morning I could have sworn I heard the back door open and my dad holler, "Is anybody home?", like he used to. Back then it bugged me when he did that, but I don't think I'd mind hearing him say it one more time.

I was taking a walk the other day and spotted the mend in the fence that's in today's photo. I thought it was about one of the prettiest things I'd seen, like a work of art. I can just imagine little gold fence mend necklaces.

Regarding my clothesline, if I could go back in time, I would have had an "L" shaped one put up. The east wind blowing has me running outside every little while to straighten up drying blankets.

Speaking of the east wind, we're having a wonderful morning here. Thanks to a cold front that has come aloft on this strange breeze, we're getting a break from the 107 degree temperatures that we've had for the last trillion years (two weeks). We're running around like chickens with our heads cut off to get as much done as possible before the Fahrenheit numbers go up.

I'm going to get back to washing clothes, watering the yard and killing flies, now. "This killing flies, is killing me!", y'all know that old Clint Black tune, don't 'cha?