Looking Out My Front Door

This is the view out my front door tonight. The corn is growing minute by minute, and the native plants Debbie and I started in front of the field are really taking off.

Fields
Fields
Fields and Spenser
Fields and Spenser

Owen (the Wonder Dog) of course had my back as I was taking these pictures.

Watchful Owen
Watchful Owen

Debbie’s been gone all weekend, so I’m feeling maudlin. I have two confessions to make about what’s pictured above.

1.) When we were looking at places to build our house, and when Debbie said, “this is the spot,” I thought she was nuts. I often think that, and just as often I’m wrong. Particularly in this case though. It’s hard to imagine a more beautiful spot to live.

2.) Lana often accuses me of taking more care with the field in front of my house than all the other fields. I categorically deny this of course. It’s not my fault that we happened to build by the best field on the farm.

But Lana’s right. I do take more care with this field. I have to look at it morning and night, every day!

Actually, I have a third confession.

3.) I also thought Debbie was nuts when she brought Owen home. As usual, I was totally wrong. Spenser may disagree, but Owen is endlessly entertaining.

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