This is a Patriots Journey post.
I was standing in the yard this afternoon, just kind of taking everything in and looking to see what needed to be done next, when I realized how good we have it living out in the country.
The neighbors can throw a loud all night party in the middle of the week, but I don’t have to get upset because I can’t hear it.
I generally try to keep the yard looking nice, but if I get busy and the grass gets a little long, I don’t have to worry about getting a ticket from code enforcement.
Clothing is optional. I’m not saying that I run around naked, just that I could as long as I don’t walk up to the mailbox that way.
You get a lot less door bell ringing by purveyors of goods or religions.
I can urinate or shoot off of either porch.
Parking is never a problem.
I am the homeowners association.
In fall the leaves take care of themselves.
Animal control is a .22 rifle or pistol.
Dead tree limbs don’t go to the landfill, they go on the burn pile.
No matter how loud your car stereo is, I can’t hear it in my house.
The only light that shines in our windows at night is from the moon.