Monday morning, on my way to stoke my parent’s stove, I came around the corner and there was dad. He was fixing potholes in his driveway. I drove away chuckling. He looked so much like a gnome. It was a cool, misty morning and the scene could have been a set on a movie. He grumbled a bit when I asked him if I could take his picture but he straightened up as tall as he could and gave me a cross between a grimace and a smile. I’m so glad I have this picture.