I saw enough of him to get the impression he was a cordial young fellow, probably no older than our oldest grandson. He's a farmer. He even rents farm ground from a retired fellow just up the road from us.
He told Cliff he plans to fill in the basement where the old house that burned was located. They're going to landscape the place and make it look nice.
And now for the icing on the cake: He's in Cliff's tractor club. We didn't recognize him, but he knew us. "You're the one," he said to Cliff, "with the 1855 Oliver."
|That isn't him, but it's one of his classic tractors. I took this picture at the tractor cruise.|
Go back to the entry I did a couple of days ago and you can read what I said about this situation:
"...it will be nice to have people there who will tend to their yard and fences. I'm sure these folks will, because they have done so much already. Who knows, when the time comes for us to sell this place, they may be the ones to buy it. Life's funny like that, and I have seen stranger things happen. Throughout my life I have watched things fall naturally into place, as though Someone were orchestrating the whole thing to make it work out for my benefit."
Sometimes I feel as though I am God's favorite child.