Encore

The neighbors are building a hog barn right to the west of us, beyond the grove.

Right in the way of my applauding, there are now roof beams and silhouettes of machines.

My husband knows this.  So when he sees me eyeing the clouds on the way home from the church picnic, he says, "You run in and grab your camera and I'll drive you past the hog barn for a photo."

So I did.

And he did.

Encore.