Cut From The Herd

Margie and I have spent a good amount of time working in the yard the last couple days. I came to the conclusion yesterday that some of the brush piles around the place should be left as "wildlife habitat". Whether or not I want wildlife habitat is not strictly based on the amount of work required to move the piles... but it was taken into consideration. We moved a couple old lawn chairs into a sheltered area out of the wind for a break and decided we are certainly not part of the herd anymore.

For us, gone are the days of sitting in rush hour traffic jams wondering if we will make it to work on time. Standing in line seems a distant memory when we go to the county offices for business and step right up to the counter without having to "take a number". We don't have much experience with drive up fast food windows around here, but it seems to us that you drive right up to the window and don't sit in a long line of cars for long around here unlike the city.

We don't play golf anymore, but I'd bet I can get a tee time just about anytime at the golf courses around here. UPS and FedEx seem to be just as fast with their delivery around here in the country as it ever was in the big city. There isn't much we could want that we can't get nearby or order delivered via the internet.

We're sure glad we cut from the city herd. City excitement isn't for us, and we sure found the perfect place at the opposite end of spectrum. As we watched a half dozen deer running across our neighbors winter wheat field, we were reminded that the type of herd you run with is just as important as where.