Out at my place, it’s quiet except at times you can hear the wolves howl, the crows, other assorted wildlife doing what they do. Like the songdogs, I find irritating at best. I am the outsider of mother nature’s living room, best be on your P’s and Q’s at all times. Down the road some, about 4 days ago, a woman walking her dog on a dirt road, said she felt like she was be stalked, a short time later a wolf attacked her dog, had the dog’s head almost completely in it’s mouth. the woman didn’t hesitate, ” that’s my friend you SOB”, her arms are chewed up, the dog’s throat punctured a great deal, he be fine the vet said.
Here, one can hear the ticking of the clock, usta be full of sound of kids, kids grumbling about chores, getting after to pick stuff up and put away. Learning how money doesn’t grow on trees, the normal stuff.
Eat your carrots or you will need glasses, Beets are good for you, ” chance how the hell does your socks get purple?” don’t know ma, they just do
(gotta be sneaky when beets are on your plate)
There is a common thing about that woman and mother, like mother, she to will have cool stories to tell.
It is less of a problem to be poor than to be dishonest Looking out back, lots of trees, I don’t see one tree with has branches so foolish as to fight among themselves
Let us be the ancestors our descendants will thank