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I followed a III almost IIII (fingers) year old Amelia outside yesterday afternoon. Hidden behind the wall of beech wood until she heard the side door as a sign of someone coming. In the morning she had sat on the end of a crooked branch of a tree sawed and dropped to the ground. Now, not entirely much warmer but with the sun definitely shining, she asked me to step into the field with her.

From her height, could she see the team of horses on the opposite end of the field? I could. Could she see that they had stopped, that David was not in sight and that they'd only return with him?

Far away, that was my first sight of who were turning the ground upside down. She wanted me not in prairie field exactly but to walk in the foot sized space craved from the tiller. Right in the smooth, dragged dirt. So I didn't know what size of machinery was in use. As a guess, about a ten foot wide section had been tilled. It of course went the length of the field. And as a guess of memory, there were eight humps of rows in the section. "One sweep or one drag or one rotation" is what I thought he had made with one piece of machinery wide enough for three horses.

I was chilly with the come and go wind and here and there box spots of warm air. No real action coming from the opposite end and no sight of the brown dog Amelia was scared of returning. And nowhere to sit down and keep my hands in my jeans at the same time. Even asking to hug Amelia didn't warm me up.

I remembered the disc playing in my car stopped in the middle of the second to last track. It was "Music for Romance" I requested. Only for one known track and maybe some similar surprises. And I stopped the disc on it - "Recuerdos de la Alhambra."

I told her I was cold and was going to my car and she followed me. There is no hard step or lip from the grass to the sidewalk but I always worry about her crossing one to the other when she's running, so I yell as loud as I need to, "Don't trip!" She didn't and ran kept running behind my get-her-to-run trot.

Best to just put her in by opening the passenger door because that's the seat she's going to end sitting in. I hide at the end of the hood and she's looking for me from inside for a few seconds until I get in the driver's seat. I am in and my car is warm like it is the place to be. Warmer than outside like it would be in summer heat but now it is warmer inside because the wind stayed outside.

I poured her some water because I keep it in my car along with toothpaste and toothbrush and oatmeal which require a rinse and a mix, respectively. The song was in the middle of strings where I left it. We - I sat and listened - sat and listened to the next track and some of the first which I remembered as worth repeating. She kept her feet on the floor, drank her water, adjusted the rear view mirror and tried to squeeze the hand grip I pulled out.

When she tried to open the locked glove box by pulling on the latch I wondered if to her this glove box was like to me and what I experience. Was the glove box locked or was it capable of being opened and she was not strong enough?

After two weekends ago when I nearly torqued the steel from my key trying to open the glove box after I locked it to store my wallet and phone for a big ride, I sprayed an oil and keep a separate key hanging near my right knee. I inserted the key and it turned back and forth and the box opened.

A little bit later we were inside again and saw the backs and butts of three horses pulling David on something the size of a bar stool as he made a one foot and couple inch hump one at a time.