Ramone and Virginia are my neighbors. Ramone just celebrated his 88th birthday and Virginia is a young and vibrant 86 year old. Virginia amazes me. She gets up every morning and takes a walk with my dog, Preacher. Then she hangs her laundry out on the line.
But, dang! She gets up so stinkin' early and I uh, well, um, I don't. But, a few mornings ago, I couldn't sleep and got tired of fighting the covers so I drug my bodaciousness out of bed and hung out the laundry. When I looked over at Virginia's line it was empty. YES! Finally, I beat her.
When she did come out this is what she put out on the line. Four things. Which probably meant she didn't have any other laundry. And I was just getting started. An hour later she came out took down her meager load and I was left standing with another ginormous basket of wet clothes to hang out. Load after load all day long. My enthusiasm for defeating her dissipated quickly.
You know what else Virginia has? A propane tank. Not just a propane tank, but a propane tank painted like a cow. And she has an old fashioned water pump there in the background. She fills her bird bath with it. How stinkin' cute is that?!
And this. The kissing tractors. I want kissing tractors! Why don't I have kissing tractors? Shouldn't every homestead have these love birds sitting out in a field? Yes, I think so. At least I get to look at them through my dining room window.