Johnathen had cut down three fine trees and was now in the process of cutting them into shorter pieces for transport. The sweat continued to bead and run over his skin. After the first few swings the wind carried a message. The scent of food was in the air. It smelled delicious. The logs could wait as he grabbed up his shirt and the axe to follow the aroma back to its source. He walked through the woods to the ranch and saw the changes that had occurred in his absence.
Everyone had pitched in and the place was certainly coming together. The fence, the buildings, the property as a whole had received the attention it so long for. John replaced the axe from the barn where he took it from. He washed off the sweat from one of the water troughs for the animals. Using the shirt as a rag. He rung it out and let it hang to dry. Everyone came together to make this a quaint little community. Things were certainly looking up from what they were a year ago. Another strong scent was carried to the olfactory gland as a reminder of why he had stopped in the first place.
With so many to feed there was certainly a way he could help out. jogging to the cabin where the scent was strongest John stuck his head in the kitchen. The work was always welcome and he was no stranger around a kitchen. "Anything I could lend a hand with?" He had a broad inviting smile on his face. John touched the tips of his fingers together in front of his face and began to rub his hands together in anticipation of getting involved in the process. @Midori
Everyone had pitched in and the place was certainly coming together. The fence, the buildings, the property as a whole had received the attention it so long for. John replaced the axe from the barn where he took it from. He washed off the sweat from one of the water troughs for the animals. Using the shirt as a rag. He rung it out and let it hang to dry. Everyone came together to make this a quaint little community. Things were certainly looking up from what they were a year ago. Another strong scent was carried to the olfactory gland as a reminder of why he had stopped in the first place.
With so many to feed there was certainly a way he could help out. jogging to the cabin where the scent was strongest John stuck his head in the kitchen. The work was always welcome and he was no stranger around a kitchen. "Anything I could lend a hand with?" He had a broad inviting smile on his face. John touched the tips of his fingers together in front of his face and began to rub his hands together in anticipation of getting involved in the process. @Midori