Wordless This N That

Sometimes, I Just Wonder...

how my man survives At The Farm.  This morning from a distance we watched him pull a hanger (a large limb, damaged and just hanging by the bark) from the pecan tree.  The limb came down but the pointed, broken end headed right for hubby, he just threw his arms up and went about his business.

He gets a lot of work done but he sure makes my hair grayer.  I am glad he has a guardian angel sitting on his shoulder.