Against the advice of my teenage son, I decorated a bit outside of this old farmhouse. In his wise words, "Why do you want to decorate outside? No one comes down our road to see it." Now, it seems a wreath is resting on the front lawn. A wreath that I placed on a second story window by hanging outside said window. Now, I find myself thinking, "I could just leave it off the window...no one comes down here to see it missing."
The cows from yesterday's post belong to my neighbor. Ours went to...."market". That is the delicate way to put it. Secret Agent Man picked up the beef from the butcher and brought it all home in a black hefty bag. Oh....the charming ways of country life.
I would like to think that after all these years I am acclimating to country life, but maybe not. While putting the beef in the deep freeze, I came across mystery items wrapped in paper dishes. After inquiring Secret Agent Man let me know that they were hearts....or kidneys....or maybe tongue.
I like 'ta died.
They are now in the deep freeze of people who appreciate that sort of thing. Not this
city country girl.
Peace out my friends.