When he didn't come around the house for his 2 pm coffee break I went for a walk about around the barns looking for him.
I found him at the top of one of the barn gables...
sprucing it up.
I shuddered to think what would happen if he slipped down the roof.
"come down from there and I'll make you some coffee...
but I'll run and get my camera first".
He said..."start the coffee and hurry back because I'm coming down."
My imagination is too active.
Too many men go up roofs and come down in ways they don't expect.
Every day there are things to be thankful for.
mine was that we are one gable closer to him being satisfied with the back gables no one ever sees.
all for now...