Remembering Dad

This Father's Day I remember his enjoyment of community events, the sight of his face crinkled up and red with laughter when something really tickled his funny bone, and the way he could read a scary story aloud and turn it to just good fun with his voice. The movie A Christmas Carol gave him great pleasure, and he'd teasingly mimic The Ghost Of Christmas Past, angling his fingers in the same exaggerated way as that skeletal entity. I remember admiring my silver spangled hamburg chickens with him, learning how to care for contact lenses from him, and together spreading straw over strawberry rows. He showed me the colors in snow sparkles, the dew on power lines, and the wind in alfalfa. His whistle was the sweetest I've ever heard.