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Jack out in the cold drilling holes while I made Thanksgiving dinner.

When most people think of angels, it’s usually a heavenly messengers clothed in white but more than once, I’ve thought of a person and their kind gesture of nothing short of angelic. This past month, our angel came the evening before Thanksgiving in the form of a neighbor with impeccable timing and a tractor.


I’d made arrangements to rent a towable auger that could drill the 85 post holes we needed to put in the last permanent pasture fence and no sooner than we got the auger put together and drilled the first hole that a neighbor a few doors down pulled up and offered use of his tractor and auger. We exchanged numbers, thanked him profusely and raced to take the rented equipment back to save on the full charge.

Look at that straight line!

We worked hard over the extended weekend, getting holes drilled, posts set and gravel moved to fill in the gaps. It was chilly, there was a lot of complaining from the kids who’s poor little hands got cold quickly and by the end of each day, we were all bone-tired.

Kate taking some hay to the horses.

Though the project was a challenge, it was the perfect time to put up a fence. The mud was a huge headache the spring we moved in and worked on the first two pastures but with a few hard freezes mixed with rain, the ground was soft enough to drill easily without causing the tractor to get stuck.

Many hands make light work.

All the hard work made Thanksgiving dinner (and the subsequent days of leftovers) all the more sweet. Working together with friends and family then having a delicious meal ranks high on my list of a good time.

More than enough food!
We returned the tractor with a loaf of homemade bread and a jar of apple butter, incredibly grateful for a virtual stranger’s kindness. We only hope we can be half as generous as the angels who have blessed us in so many ways.

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