The back pasture once had horses, which the girls fed carrots and chocolate chips over the fence. (Are chocolate chips good for horses? I doubt it. They didn't ask before they fed!) It was also home to miniature goats which scared them to death. The farmer loaned us a bit of ground, so we had a pen for the bucket calves that Grandpa gave the girls to raise. They got to have the fun of being small town, country girls. Now our idyllic back pasture is home to that little trail you see. So pretty isn't it? Except the grand kids of the farmer who owns the pasture, use if for a dirt bike and 4-wheeler track. Several hours every evening we get to listen to them ride. So much for idyllic! We've enjoyed a noiseless winter for the most part, but spring is here and so the rides begin again. If you see me at Home Depot shopping for carpenter's tacks, just assume that I am building something--not contemplating flattening a few tires on the trail! (I kid! I kid!) Rumors around this small town hint that a new housing development will someday be in that pasture. I think I'll take my motocross training trail to a backyard full of new homes. I love feeling like I'm in the country, even though I am in town-- the best of both worlds!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Over the back fence
Yesterday's post was the view just across the side yard to the east of our house. Our house sits at the top of a small hill right on the edge of town. When we moved here 25 years ago, we were surrounded by pasture on two sides. Now, there is only pasture out our back door. Yes, that is a bat house on the tree in our backyard. We used to have an old barn just across the drive. When they tore it down, the bats migrated our way. Ugh! (Although my dad keeps telling me they keep the mosquito population down, I'd gladly give those lovely bats away!)