We waited all afternoon yesterday for the big, blustery wind storm to blow through. It never showed up, at least in the day time.
Apparently, it did last night while I was in deep slumber.
No complaints this morning because I don't have to reclean my yard.
I used the excuse of the predicted bad weather day for Bill and me to watch a hilarious but touching Bill Murray movie on Netflix.
It was called St. Vincent.
I loved the idea that there are "saints among us" and that many would never think of themselves as such.
But those around them who receive their unexpected blessings in often unconventional ways certainly do appreciate them.
The movie has me thinking about the "saints" I know. There are a lot more than those who might get recognized by the church.
And, I'd say we all reap the benefits of saintly work pretty much every day. Plus, we may even earn "Saint for a Day" status occasionally in someone else's eyes.
Our personally designated saints are appreciated in their unique ways.
This morning and last night, a host of Selle Valley Saints were busy.
I took my dogs down the lane at around 4:45. This morning, I thought I heard something trotting off near our first pasture.
Maybe it's just the noise the dogs are making, I thought. Then, when the dogs were quiet, I heard it again and pointed my flashlight toward the noise.
I saw nothing, but Bridie seemed to think there was something out there. She took a run that direction but soon came back.
When I returned to the house, I saw a note from a neighbor with another attached note.
Seems the neighbors to our southeast were missing a horse. He had broken through wire and had sometime disappeared last night.
In further postings, I learned that they had tracked him to just south of our neighborhood, but apparently hadn't found him.
That information pretty much confirmed that I had, indeed, heard the trotting sound in the morning darkness.
I posted on Selle Valley Neighbors and noted that I'd go back out in the daylight.
Later, when Bridie and I left the house, I went down the driveway but saw no horse tracks.
As I walked through the front lawn, tracks suddenly appeared and I could see them at the entrance of our south woods.
Then, looking between some distant trees, I was pretty sure I could see a horse.
Bridie and I walked that direction, and, sure enough, the horse stood quietly next to a tree. Probably a tired boy from his night out.
I took his picture and posted it on Facebook. A minute or two later, the horse started looking at the driveway leading into our neighbors'.
Soon, Dale McCall came walking in the driveway with a halter and lead rope, and Jack, as I learned he is called, seemed pretty happy to see his owner.
Dale speculated that something, maybe the wind, had spooked Jack because he said in ten years the horse has never shown any desire to escape.
Dale had received a call from another Selle Valley neighbor who had driven by on his way to work and had seen a horse where no horses are usually seen.
And, so all the little saints did their work.
Jack is home. Dale is happy, and he can't say enough about that "Facebook stuff" because it helps get the message out quickly and, often mysteries are solved.
I'm also very happy because Bridie listened to instructions and just "stayed" on our side of the fence while I walked over to take the picture.
Good dog!
Dale asked if he was gonna make the blog because he has done so before. That's when his stepson's 4-H fat steer came over to the Lovestead for a visit.
Anyway, check the photo below: Dale and his buddy Jack.
It's been a busy morning in Matchwood.
And, yes, Selle Valley Neighbors Facebook page is the best.
Happy Monday.
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