Life Is Like A Box of Chocolates
Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates
When you live out in the country, life is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you’re gonna get. It might be an old lady across the road burning her trash and letting it turn into a grassfire, threatening to burn your land down along with hers. It might be a couple of drunk, high, or just plain nuts, people driving around and around your back yard in the middle of the night because they were “lost”..said they were looking for a place called the Compound (hello! When you drive down a long driveway, PAST a house with cars in the driveway, see a swimming pool in the backyard, you can be pretty sure you are in somebody’s yard, NOT the compound)..it might be a Red Fox hollering half the night right under your bedroom window (if you’ve never heard a fox cry, it sounds like a very distressed newborn baby..very eerie sounding..it might be the same Red Fox standing in your driveway looking at you while you take his picture…it might be Buzzards nesting in your chicken house..it might be your neighbors chicken laying dozens of eggs beside your shed..it might be a Black Snake in the blackberries with his belly so full of berries he can hardly move..it might be young lovers using your front property for their own personal “parking” place (at least they practiced safe sex, judging by all of the condoms and wrappers they left lying on the ground)…or it might be a BIG cow running around your property for 3 days, eluding the bowlegged cowboy and the rednecks trying to chase her down until somebody FINALLY had the bright idea to cut the back fence and chase her into the pasture..Yeehaw!!
Yep..Forrest Gump was right..Life IS Like a Box of Chocolates…..
When you live out in the country, life is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you’re gonna get. It might be an old lady across the road burning her trash and letting it turn into a grassfire, threatening to burn your land down along with hers. It might be a couple of drunk, high, or just plain nuts, people driving around and around your back yard in the middle of the night because they were “lost”..said they were looking for a place called the Compound (hello! When you drive down a long driveway, PAST a house with cars in the driveway, see a swimming pool in the backyard, you can be pretty sure you are in somebody’s yard, NOT the compound)..it might be a Red Fox hollering half the night right under your bedroom window (if you’ve never heard a fox cry, it sounds like a very distressed newborn baby..very eerie sounding..it might be the same Red Fox standing in your driveway looking at you while you take his picture…it might be Buzzards nesting in your chicken house..it might be your neighbors chicken laying dozens of eggs beside your shed..it might be a Black Snake in the blackberries with his belly so full of berries he can hardly move..it might be young lovers using your front property for their own personal “parking” place (at least they practiced safe sex, judging by all of the condoms and wrappers they left lying on the ground)…or it might be a BIG cow running around your property for 3 days, eluding the bowlegged cowboy and the rednecks trying to chase her down until somebody FINALLY had the bright idea to cut the back fence and chase her into the pasture..Yeehaw!!
Yep..Forrest Gump was right..Life IS Like a Box of Chocolates…..
posted by Angie at 7:30 PM
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