Saturday, December 27, 2025, 4.5* F, 64% RH, 0805
Zayne stands at the fence watching; is there something moving beyond? Only glops of snow fallen from branches etch marks where no one walks. What changed the setting on the solar lights that came on, stayed on until all energy was gone? I will bring them inside later. Perhaps the sensor: frozen, broken.
A Fedex truck drove down yesterday, not a van. I usually receive an email notice of delivery. The driver, a young man carried 40 pounds of dog food through the gate up the ramp twice, placed them beside the door. I closed the curtains to keep the three from startling him. He is a blessing. I wonder if he has dogs.
Minutes later, a white van with a postal sticker on the driver’s door. “I’m over here” I called as she walked past the garage toward the front door. There are no “beware of dog signs” nor posts that say, “enter here.” A five-foot high fence a visual clue. We now have a permanent mail delivery person. As long as the driveway is plowed, she will deliver packages, not leave notes in the mailbox. Another blessing. I wish I could remember her name.
Bless those who do more than the minimum required.
Photo: LJ Austin
