Take Me Home, Country Roads

It's getting harder to find open fields around my town, and that makes me really sad.  I'm a country girl.  I liked my community when I only had one next door neighbor, and I had to walk a couple miles across a field to get to my other neighbors.  I liked my home town back when there was a lot of this:

You know you're in the country when people make their old, rusty farm equipment into landscape decor.

The canal.  It's ridiculously full right now.

All of these were taken on my bike ride with Sarah today.  There's still country out here, but you have to look for it in between all the stupid suburbia.  People build in the swamps, and then their houses flood.  And they get upset about it.  Well, then don't build in a swamp!  I could go on ranting about why I hate suburbia, but I'll save it.  Suffice it to say that I'm glad I can still go on a bike ride and find places like these.

The Funniest Boy

My parents and I were out on our front porch yesterday evening.  We had just finished eating dinner and my mom was giving herself a pedicure.  I got to join in with this, and my dad just came out to talk.  In the middle of this, Colter Bingham, the youngest of three neighbor boys* that always comes over to see if my dad can "play," stops by and starts telling us he's in all dressed in camouflage because he's going to go doorbell ditching later in the evening.

My dad starts asking Colter if he has any orange to put over his camouflage, because if not my dad has some that he could grow into.  I couldn't help but giggle as my dad preached/teased Colter.  Finally, Colter turned his bike back around to leave.  As he was leaving, my mom said, "Colter, you tell Craig to get off his soap box."

As he's driving his bike down the small sidewalk path to get to our main driveway to leave, you can hear him yell, "Oh, go get your own soap box!"  It was the funniest thing I heard all day.

*There will be more to come about these neighbor boys.