“God is cleaning the upper gutters!”
It was the hub, speaking to me through the door-wall screen with sheer delight in his voice.
I was intrigued, mainly because that’s not the sort of thing the hub usually says.
Why such delight? Last week he pulled tons of helicopters – and some newly sprouted mini maple trees -out of the screens that cover the gutters on our lower roof. But the upper roof requires the really long extension ladder and, with my broken foot, I cannot hold it for him. Now that he’s older and less steady, he’s not wild about going to the top of that ladder to begin with, and definitely not without a spotter. So the upper screens would just have to wait.
And then the other day he was on the deck when he heard rustling and fluttering. He saw helicopters whirling around him, spinning to the ground, landing in a line running along the back of the house. He looked up at the large maple tree, no wind rustling the branches to shake the seeds loose.
He looked up at the roof. Suddenly a little head popped up from the gutter. Then another, and another. Four little heads were plucking the helicopters from the screen and flinging them to the ground.
It seems God sent four of His best feathered helpers to finish the job.