10.15.13
A few days ago, another walk, another view of
the activities in our quiet, rural neighborhood. There is a semi-tractor trailer loading about
50 bales of hay that was hopefully baled before the recent snow. The neighbor’s wind generator blades are
still but facing east where the wind would be coming from if I could feel
it. Another farmer is loading one steer…to
get it out of the way or headed for butchering?
The sky is cloud-covered, unusual and annoying after two days in a row
because this is NOT Seattle! In the
distance to the south, I see the black straight-up trail from a burn
barrel. Is the countywide ban lifted or
did the barrel owner call in that there would be a burning? One of many white trucks races by with a dog
in the back. I believe it’s my dog’s
sibling; however, the ears and tail have been bobbed in the Rottweiler fashion. If the dog ever fell out of the truck in its
enthusiasm, would the siblings fight or greet each other with long-lost
affection?
I am daily amazed at the goings-on where it’s too easy to say that “nothing ever happens.” And to think it's the same all over the world, even in a street one block long in Lima, Peru.
