Kansas anymore? The truth is I am probably closer to Kansas in a rural sense than ever before in my life. We’re not in Los Angeles county anymore and that is for sure! One of my jobs this week included ‘watching the fire’. This fire was from the pile of brush we’d burned and I was ‘watching’ it to make sure we didn’t burn anything else, like the barn!
Moving to the country is almost like moving to another land. The vocabulary is a bit different. Boys were their pants where they are meant to go and old men wear suspenders when they are working for the same reason! Plumber cracks are not acceptable here and I for one am grateful.
The hardware store sells everything from cowboy hats to aprons in camo print! A long history of chain saws hang 
from the ceiling as well as assorted other items, some historical and some hysterical. Everyone is friendly and I can’t wait to go back.
The music is of course different and even the bank plays both kinds… country and western. I was so excited to be in Fred Meyer’s and hear some James Taylor! Woo Hoo! I am embracing the change, enjoying the difference and even know when not to say the “city” things I’m thinking, like (“ut, oh, it rained and the tractor got wet”)
Good Mornin’ from Southern California :))
I’m fascinated with the picnic bench……where is it and at first I thought I saw a checkers board painted on it but when I enlarged it looks like a painted clothe of some sort???
Love , love your posts and you too!
This picnic table sits outside a store in town. When the store is open, they leave a basket of checkers to go with it! The table is painted with the checker board. Love you to Peg!
I have to ask, El… When you were watching the fire, did you have a garden hose with you? How were you going to stop it if the fire ran amok? The visual you painted is cracking me up!! Xoxo
Les, I had a hose… but someone turned it off. Then a gust of wind came and started the fire all over again. I had to text for water… good thing I was ‘watching’ it!