Through the years we have learned to live with the trucks and noise and traffic. I have met several people who work across the road and they have to make a living too, so I have learned to accept it. We sill have our acreage and flowers and gardens and I sit out on our front porch and wave at the trucks and trains that go by. Oh, I didn't tell you about the trains? Let's look at my view and see.
A few times a day a train goes by on the tracks across from our house. I have always lived where we could hear trains. When I was growing up we lived one mile out of town and could hear the train go through town. Our last house sat on a high hill and a train track ran along the bottom of it, so we heard trains going by there. There is something mournful, yet exciting at the same time about hearing a train. There are visions of traveling to far away places. It must be fun to be an engineer and sit up there in the big train and see all around and know you are in control of all the cars behind you.
There are prettier sights from my window like these beautilicious daffodils that are popping up all over our yard. I have planted hundreds over the years and they are putting on quite a show now.
I like a tall cup of coffee with cream and a pumpkin chocolate chip muffin. Yum.
Can I have some, Mom? No, Bonnie, dogs can't have coffee or chocolate but I love you anyway.
I will leave you with a wonderful sign of Spring. Bye.