Monday, August 9, 2010
A Man on the Roof
It was incredible. Last Saturday, my daughter and her boyfriend visited me, and we were about to walk to a local fair.
"Do you like fresh figs?" I happened to say. "It's ripe now."
"Yes," he said and looked out to the backyard.
"I didn't know you have a fig tree, Mom."
"Yes, I do. I didn't plant it though. Birds did."
Then, we stepped over to the backyard, and one thing led to another. He was on the roof like a fiddler. I said I wish all the branches are off the roof. In less than thirty minutes, all the tree branches disappeared from the roof.
Thank you, Jeff.