Friday, September 5, 2008

My woodsman


I have always called Henry a mountain man.

I met him shortly after moving to Alberta, joining my mom, two sisters and my brother John.

Lisa's good friend Leona had the "cutest brother!" and I just "had to meet him!"

Well I met him. Couldn't really see the appeal, but hey, to each his own right?

The next time I met him, he crashed Tamara's birthday which we held at a local park.

I did not immediately recognize the huge hairy guy, ( his Afro was big and only his eyes and nose peeked out of his wild beard) who came dressed in short shorts and a cut off t-shirt.

I was rather horrified "Who is that hairy guy?!"

I met up with him again at his older sister's wedding.

I hadn't realized that, not only was he huge (6'5") and hairy, he was also very charming!

Hmmm. . . .

He's a little less hairy these days, and, since mountains are in short supply on the prairies, I've decided that he's more a woodsman than mountain man.

A very happy woodsman in the Kubota with our friend R at the cabin.

You know what he whispered to me as we took a wild ride through the bush in the cool dune buggy?

"I really want one of these one day!"

He hasn't lost the charm. . .

4 comments:

antigoni said...

You must be so fortunate. Your woodsman is very lucky, too.

Tamara Jansen said...

I've gotta say, he's the nicest mountain man you'll ever meet! Looks big and intimidating but.....he's just a great big teddy bear!

Brenda said...

You're a lucky girl, Rosa.
Brenda

momofcrt said...

are all Henry's hairy? LOL Mine is pretty hair too except on his head.
I think Henry's are the best :-)

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