This Saturday, Elaine and I spent the morning performing chores that I had neglected because of my turkey hunting trips in Virginia, West Virginia, and Tennessee. We put new mats in the hen house, planted sweet potatoes and chives, and I swept out the wood chips and straw that had accumulated in the garage.
But the most pleasurable thing I did was gather the first strawberries of the season from our garden. As always, I brought the berries to Elaine and told them they were all for her. Typically, given how sweet she is, Elaine offered to let me have them all or at least to share them. But the first strawberries of the season should always go to someone who is my best friend/girlfriend/helpmate/wife.
We have a lot of projects to accomplish this Memorial Day Weekend, as I don't return to teaching school until Tuesday. We are going to gather up leaves from our woods and dump a huge pile in the chicken run. I am betting the birds will be thrilled to explore this gift to them.
Then I have to do some wood cutting, as several more dead or dying trees on our 38 acres need to be cut, and they are just the right size for firewood. But the most wonderful part of the holiday is spending lots of time with Elaine.