The pendulum of the grandfather clock swung slowly back and forth as he lifted his little bride into his arms and carried her over the threshold of the old two story white farm house. He stood there for a bit, just inside that door, holding the woman of his dreams. Just outside the window stood the old barn and corrals and the one upright silo. Behind lay the little farm that he would be renting. They were starting their life together. They were young and in love. So the pendulum on that old grandfather clock swings back and forth, back and forth, passing the minutes, the hours, the days. Each month he reaches up and turns the calendar, another month shows and another picture of bales in the field, or mountain streams. He turns the pages one at a time until the old calendar comes down and a new one feels its place. They work together, season after season, year after year. Spring comes along with baby calves, and farm sales, and the purchase of an ole pull plow, a used tractor