I have a new life partner that I care for, very much. In an effort to assist him through life as safely as possible, I have tried patiently to wait through his tantrums, panic attacks and other neurosis that comes from an abusive childhood. We met four years ago for some electrical work I needed. After several weeks of sharing, during a life changing period of mine, he decided to move in .... a little at a time. He spent most of the first year moving stuff in and out, until he decided to stay. His mother had passed away, two years prior to our meeting. He was the one chosen to find her body in bed during the day. Of course, he is still dealing with the trauma,. as is his step father. Her swing was being severely neglected. After meeting me and seeing my massive yard , his step father gave me the yard swing. I had it sanded and stained , within forty eight hours.

By the time mowing season started, I learned he intended on removing all but one of the flower beds. I started digging daffodil and tulip bulbs, iris tubers, and magic lilies. The circle from a retired above ground swimming pool became their new home. The swing was placed above on the next terrace over looking the south east view of the yard. This year the yellow tulips and irises were beautiful.

My new life partner turned by horse farmette into a wildlife reserve. Reserved until hunting season, then it becomes selected management. The first hunt season to come in is Spring Gobbler. That is during trout stocking and during yellow morel season. So many seasons ... so much excitement with new spring gatherings. No wonder after two months of stalking, clearing and video recording for wild turkey, that an enthusiast would be over whelmed with adrenaline. That is why we only got a hand full of feathers instead of a turkey to eat. Too much excitement Of course, not getting a clean kill meant it was time for the chase mode. During the excitement of the pursuit, the shot gun disappeared. For days we grid searched the area. My partner was sick to a panic stage, the gun was loaded with three rounds. He reported it to the authorities and tried to get some rest. Another gun was ordered to the sum of $450.00. Ouch!

Finally, he was back at work and the weather cleared enough for me to weed eat around the buildings. The regular routine have finally brought order and peace back to the house hold. As I weeded around the root cellar, I found the two spent shoot gun shells. The last of the expensive lesson. I put them in my pocket and continued weeding around the property. When I got to the swing, I was ready for a break. As I sat, the shells pinched from the restricted pocket. I removed them and lay them on the swing. A gentle breeze soon cool my body to a revived condition. I noticed weeds growing amongst the fading tulips and bulbing iris. As I cleaned the bed, I spied the two shell on the empty swing rocking ever so gently in the wind. "IF only, I thought, "You really could rock him one more time, perhaps he could settle down enough to focus and remember where he left his gun." I returned to my duties and soon it was supper time. That evening my partner had sleep well and remember that perhaps he had left his gun on the bumper of his truck. A new location to search. I cautioned him to not waste productive time on lost issues, that would return only in due time.

Tuesday evening brought new excitement of a new adventure. A well stocked Cabelas tackle bag had be retrieved along side the road in a sharp turn. Not much compensation for a gun, but a gift none the less. We'd barely began accessing our find, when we had a knock on the door. It was the owner of the fishing bag coming to claim it. Oh well, it was he's, but we had to apologize, the red box for which he was still searching had not been found. After brief directions, he was off. By noon the next day, the local gun shop owner from which the replacement gun had already been purchased, called. He had the lost shot gun in his possession. It seems that his son-in-law, while searching in the turn for his other tackle box had found it. What are the odds? How ironic! What a strange turn or events. Oh well, after the last couple of weeks, it was time to celebrate. I strolled through my freshly mowed lawn in jubilation. When I came to the swing, shills ran across my skin. The two shells still rocked gently on the swing. Could it be possible? I just sat down collected the shells and gave a moment of thanks, just in case. The next day James Van Prragh released his book Ghost Among Us. Eerily like my Angels Amongst Us blog.