Peter sat thinking of all the things he needed to finish.
“I didn’t get the chicken coup wire replaced,” said the farmer.
His life had always been busy. In Spring, there was planting. Summer meant hoeing and pulling out weeds. Fall brought the harvest, and Winter meant planning for Spring.
“That old wagon won’t last another year without new wheels. The leather harness is fraying as well,” Peter said.
Too shy to marry or maybe ashamed of his status, Peter enjoyed his time alone. He was always ready to lend a helping hand wherever needed.
“Maybe if this could not go so fast, I could get everything finished,” Peter said.
The farmer went to see the Doc about a sore throat and was shocked to learn he had cancer. Doc gave him no more than three months.
“I’ll finish planting and fix things the best I can. Maybe I will get lucky and see the harvest. Still, better get busy with my time,” remarked Peter.
Peter rose and walked to the back door. Watching the sunset, the farmer smiled and said softly. “T’was a good life, better than most.”
Peter had things to do and wouldn’t let death slow him down.
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