|Please tell me I'm not the only one who sees the eyes and mouth on this tractor.|
|Unless I'm mistaken, it's whistling, too.|
A friend from this blog who owns a home in the Cricket Hill area asked me to watch her garden while she was out of town.
(Watch = Water + Note to Self: Please don't forget to water, thank you very much).
The tractor above lives peacefully in the woods on the way to her home. I've admired it for some time.
Another thing I've admired is the view from her dock.
I've had the privilege of sitting in one of those chairs and can tell you that once your feet hit that dock, all stress is immediately released to the universe.
Shifting gears, today includes (unless it rains) a soccer game in Windsor, which is exactly 3,000 miles from Mathews or 2,500 from California, depending on which way you're traveling.
A blog post which began with a whistling tractor and