Mr. Curtis hunted rabbits on my farm for years: The hunt was always well done, Beagles at the fore, and we always coordinated the hunt so all dogs were covered.
Zero, less than zero issues.
We all get older. So did Mr. Curtis. So am I.
He and I have yakked and poked fun for the past few years because he has a place where my MIL lives...not assisted living but close.
He asked me last year if he could could plant a garden at my farm. I immediately said I'll talk to my wife...she loves Mr. Curtis but I have no idea what a plant or garden is.
He has a plot now and he likes to watch the plants grow, his term. I get him once or twice a week and he does his thing. Today was warm so after a few minutes, he found the exact right spot with my Dottie, who would not leave his side, excellent breeze off the Potomac.
Great breeze, Osprey's in the air and "his girl" by his side. Hard to see Dottie on his left but she stayed within five feet the whole hour plus.
Back to the apartment.
Mr. Curtis was born about three miles from my farm, owned his own business...he didn't want my help.
I post this because we forget, I know I do, how much the simple kindnesses really matter.
Happy Sunday