Sometimes I get really caught up in bitching, moaning and complaining about where I live. It's "out in the country", but not so far that it takes half a day to get to anywhere else. It just seems that way quite often. It's inconvenient if you want to just "dash out", "run by" or "run down to ___". Planning is much more meaningful -- and necessary -- when you live "out in the country". And there's WAY too much yard work. I could keep a yard crew busy with no problems at all. Alas, I AM the yard crew (with help from the MOTH).
Yesterday morning though was one of those times that I remember why "city people" yearn to be where I am. I was kind of glad I was here, too. I took a nice walk. The sky was blue, blue, blue. The breeze was fresh, fresh, fresh. And I was smilin', smilin', smilin'. I was on my way back towards the house when about 100 feet in front of me, a momma 'possum walked across the road. She was waddling for all she was worth and for a second I couldn't figure out why or why she looked so odd. Then it dawned on me: she had a back full of babies! She walked parallel to the road along a hedgerow, so I crossed the road and walked with her about 30 feet out. She didn't seem too concerned that I was there. I got a really good look at all these 5 pairs of beady black eyes looking at me from her back. It was just way cool, I have to say. After a few minutes, she disappeared into the underbrush headed out across a pasture. That's the first time in my life I've seen a live 'possum (not even counting the baby thing) that wasn't in a zoo. Usually, I see the aftermath of run-ins with cars on the road.
So, today I'm celebrating being "out in the country" where you never know what fun surprise might be right around the corner. From now on, I think I better remember to take a camera.