Fencing in the Rain

This is one of those interesting days wherein work transforms a number of disparate factors into a delightful sequence of perceptions.

Normally one would avoid being out in the rain on a day like this but since we had fencing that needed to get done dad and I went out and heaved barbed wire around for a bit. The showers would come in muted waves of dimming light and white noise hissing across the half-rotted leaves of late winter.

Rain dripping off my blue baseball cap was a random highlight of deception. My cloths would just barely get damp and the shower would pass. We would struggle on with the next strand of twisting, jagged, shirt-sleeve tearing, scratch leaving wire. Crows cawing and occasionally silently winging over.

The next shower would sneak in as we were distracted by tying off one of the long strands. Finally the last strand was tightened. After cleaning up a few broken plum branches on one of the fence trees we beat a hasty retreat from a serious downpour.
Mhmmmm,,, fried meatloaf for dinner. Always made tastier by a long stretch beneath the open sky.