A Good Memory

I walk a lot of fence and start to know the miles of wires in the woodland:

This is where I saw a turtle last year; wildflowers grow in the corner; a worn deer path winds along the creek.   

These particular logs were expected, the imminent result of a tree fallen on the fence last autumn. But I didn't expect my reaction to them this spring: Aw, this is where he cut the tree for me.

On a pleasant fall evening, my husband and I took a long walk to the back of the pasture. He carried his chain saw and divided the tree. The taut wire sprung upwards, I tightened the strainers, and we walked back to the barn and then went home for supper.

It was a beautiful evening that turned into a good memory shaped by logs.

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And I hope you feel refreshed and rejuvenated for the week ahead with this moment preserved in picture and prose. Consider:

• What unexpected thing has recently brought up a good memory for you?

Let the people in that memory know you were thinking of them by sharing your answer and this newsletter with them.

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