My knights rode up in a white truck, substituting horsepower for the hooves of a prancing charger. Dave and Zach unloaded the weedeater that they had taken and repaired. As if that weren't enough to earn my gratitude, they immediately fired up the splitter and set about reducing the log pile to firewood. The guys were dressed for the sunny weather they'd left down in the valley and weren't prepared for the overcast sky and chill wind, but the activity kept them warm. However, I think they were glad when it started spitting rain and they could call it quits and come into the house. I had just taken the brownies out of the oven, and Blackstone could not have made them disappear any quicker than Dave and Zach!
While I was preparing an early dinner, Dishwasher Guy finally came...timing off, as to be expected. He was here while I cooked dinner (working around him and his array of tools), the guys ate dinner, and quite awhile after dinner. He replaced a small part and found a kinked line. Go figure. I'm just glad I had insurance and wasn't paying by the hour.
On Zach's first visit, he didn't have time to really see the property, and while we were taking the Grand Tour after dinner in the late afternoon sunshine that had broken through, the tom turkeys paraded by and the chickens along came for a stroll, chattering all the while. Any time spent with my Kids is prime time, and I so enjoyed Dave's company. When it was time for them to leave, Zach told Dave, "You go. I want to stay." That filled my heart. Gotta love the men in my life.