IdaKenelm

~ Live ~ Dream ~ Do ~

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Carol stood, looking out the kitchen window as she washed the breakfast dishes.  She could see the trees where she knew her children were playing.  She let her imagination join them, a four year girl old climbing up into the tree house.  In this manner she could check on the children and ensure they were all alright.

Next, she sent her imagination to find her husband.  He was finishing up milking the cows.  His father had just left the barn to feed the large Angus bulls.  Spring was coming.  The new grass was coming up in the pasture, bright, fresh, and green.  It would soon be time to move the beef cattle off of the winter pasture. 

With her imagination, Carol saw her father-in-law looking out at the pastures, and knew he was thinking of all that needed to be done.  He was worried about getting the books in order and meeting with the accountant to finish up the taxes.  She knew he was considering turning the cows out that day.

She let her imagination run through the books.  They were already in order, just as she had suspected.  She washed up the last few things and let the water out.  Then she grabbed a clean dish towel and began wiping the plates and bowls.  As she stacked the clean plates, she thought about what else needed to be done that day.  The fences in the south pasture should be checked, before the cattle were turned out.  The snow had been wet and heavy that winter, likely to stretch and break the wires.  She sent her imagination around the fence lines, checking for breaks.  The wires were intact, but sagging.  There were a couple of broken posts on the far side, down near the neighbors corn field.  It would not take the cattle long to find that! 

She quickly sent her imagination to urge her father-in-law to check the fences.  He was watering the horse and absentmindedly petting his old mare.  Her imagination came like a playful breeze and tugged at his hat, getting his attention, then it whispered, "The fences in the far pasture need to be checked."  The breeze carried the sent of the fresh grass, his mare nickered at it.  How she would enjoy a taste of it. 

"Girl, I think we should forget the books and check those fences today.  You up for it?"  The mare nuzzled him in response, begging him to hurry. 

Carol then sent her imagination to her husband.  If Jack was going to  ride his horse, then someone else would need to bring supplies in the truck.  She finished up the dishes and began making sandwiches.  The men would need a lunch, as the fence would take several hours to fix. 

Fresh coffee had just finished brewing when her husband pulled the work truck into the yard, loaded with fencing supplies.  "Honey, I'm going to go check on that fence, before we let the cattle out.  I probably won't be here for lunch." 

"Okay," she responded, "I had a feeling you wouldn't be around, so here is lunch for you and Pops.  Let me fill the thermos, then you can be off." 

Jack rode into the yard and paused at the sight of the truck.  Jim came out the door, lunch box and thermos in hand, "Where you heading to, Pops?"  he asked. 

"Looks like I had the same idea as you, but I get to cut across land!"  And with that, he took off.