Last night, I grabbed my sleeping bag, rolled out the futon mattress, and slept in the pod. The crickets were chirping, the kitties were chasing each other, and a light wind blew through the trees. It was lovely.
This morning, the crop dusters started their runs shortly after sunrise, so I stayed for a while and enjoyed a brief airshow before heading back to town.
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Beautiful!
I think I would have a very different reaction to the crop dusters than you did Steve!
Living out here, Laura, I’ve learned to accept the good with the bad; otherwise, I wouldn’t sleep at night. They say, “If you’re not pissed off, you’re not paying attention.” I agree, but I also don’t have the stomach for being pissed off all the time.