Every morning the big coat is put on and the feet are slipped into the wellington boots.
The hat is placed over the head.
The door is opened and the dog runs out first.
The first footprint of snow is laid onto the blanket.
A pattern follows all the way to the chicken coop.
The ladies are fed, loved and their daily gifts are collected.
The wellington boots plod back and are slipped off at the door.
The sound of bare feet come across the hardwood floor and a cup of tea is put on the bedside table.
I awake from my bed, where I am keeping warm, and I smile at my husband,
whom I love.
