Good'Un

About 25 years ago, Moe (my lovely bride of 40 years) and I purchased our initial piece of ranch property.  Our first project on that place was to build a new barbed wire fence on a couple of the boundaries, one of which was along a county road.

An old bachelor neighbor (I'll call him Bob) would slowly drive by during that fencing project, examining our work.  After several days of observing, Bob pulled up next to me one day, killed his engine, and began chatting.  We talked weather, cattle, the price of feed, the need for rain, etc.  Then Bob got around to what I believe was his purpose for stopping.  The old bachelor looked through the windshield of his old truck at Moe working on fence about 300 yards away and enviously said, "You gotta a good woman, there."

Below is a picture of Moe fencing yesterday.

Bob is spot on, still.  He doesn't have a clue how good she is.

Would love to think she and I have at least another 25 years of (fence) building in front of us.