Tuesday, December 20, 10:30 AM. Amy.

I just got off the “phone” with Brewer. Recently he’s taken to calling me on the walkie-talkie when he’s out in the barn or the fields. Not for any reason, just because he’s “thinking about me.” Who knows what he’s up to?

He asks what I’m doing, how I’m doing, do I need anything? I tell him a little of how my day is going.

When it gets quiet, he suggests I ask him something. I say, “Okay, what are you doing?”

“Mucking out the horse stalls. You want to hear more?”

“Not really.”

“It smells…distinctive. Not bad. Fragrant. Natural.”

I tell him that’s plenty of detail and I laugh. I probably blush too. I’m not sure why.

It’s just five minutes or so. But I’m starting to look forward to those calls.