When I got ready to cut the grass today, I looked for my lawnboy hat. I hang it on the top-right hook of the hat tree just inside our front door. Yet today it wasn't there. Hmmmm. My mind went on a journey.
The hat is much too big for Jilda and the dogs rarely wear hats so I felt sure the only clues available to solve the hat mystery was buried somewhere deep in the gnarly folds of my brain.
As I began to concentrate on where the hat could be it seemed like the light dimmed.
For an instant, I thought that old age had robbed me of the ability to think and see at the same time. But then I realize I'd closed my eyes.
After that confusion cleared, I remembered wearing the hat earlier in the week. I'd cut the grass around the barn. I'd also used the weedeater down there and I'd taken a break sitting on the edge of the front porch. I do that occasionally. It's a good place to contemplate about life, love, and what not.
Today, when I walked down there, the hat was waiting patiently on the edge of the porch. It looked a little disappointed that I'd returned so soon.
No doubt your hat was also contemplating life, love and what-not.
ReplyDeleteI can not imagine you cutting the grass without that hat.
ReplyDeleteLights dimming, closing eyes...Oh my I got a good laugh out of that one. Glad your hat was waiting right where you left it...
ReplyDeleteThat hat looks exactly like the one I wear when working outside, same color too.
ReplyDeleteI like the picture of the hat sitting on the porch, that would look good in a frame.
I agree. that's a great picture!!
DeleteI do the same thing with my garden tools. Old age is setting in... I keep loosing my pruning shears even when I had them in my hand a minute ago.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you found your hat.
Hugs, Julia
I love this post.
ReplyDeleteWhat is that photo effect? So cool!
Such a thought-provoking picture.
ReplyDeleteGreat post. You remembered where your hat might be much sooner than I would have.
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