There are so many reasons I love Elaine, and several of them manifested themselves today. October 29 was opening day of Virginia's fall turkey season, and I asked Elaine to do my morning chicken rituals (bringing food and water to Little Jerry and his hens) so that I could go hunting. Of course, she did so willingly.
Later while she was at a Tupperware party, or whatever those things are called that ladies go to where one lady hosts a function and other ladies buy things from her, I called her to come home and take pictures of me with the turkey I had called in and killed. Of course, she did so willingly.
But it is not just Elaine's sweet nature that is so appealing about her; she also has a delightful sense of humor. When we walked out to the backyard and woods to take pictures of the turkey and me, Violet, our most vocal hen, began squawking at me.
"Relax, Violet," quipped Elaine. "That turkey is nobody you know.
Tomorrow, Sunday, Elaine will spend several hours cooking for me...on the menu is venison tenderloin and cherry cobbler (from our organic cherry tree - the berries which I picked and Elaine pitted - she had the much harder job). And, of course, as always her lunch will be sublime.