|This is not her painted bunting, but one I lifted from Google.|
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Watching the Watchers
A few mornings ago I glanced out the kitchen window and noticed a group of people standing in the road nearby. That's not unusual in Oriental; we have morning walkers at the crack of dawn around here, stalwart 75 year olds who brave the wind with sailing coats and make the rounds. But these folks weren't moving.
So I met my neighbor, to whom I'd also sold a pair of smittens last fall and a market bag last summer. We had a nice chat, I met her doggie Lulu, and told her about our bees. She's happy about bees and said to please let her know what she should plant in her yard to feed them. Isn't that nice? I do like a town where people are out-and-about and are pleasant to know.