Laying on my tummy taking pictures on the sidewalk proved to be a odorous occasion.
The farmer/gardener had been there tossing bits of "natural" fertilizer fresh from the barn.
I knew this. . .
because earlier in the day. . .
I was spying.. . .
through my spotless windows.
Quite frankly . .. (still thinking about our discussion yesterday. . .the rules regarding people that don't live in our bungalow per se . .but spend enough time here to make a significant dent in our grocery bill). . .
I was thinking. . that one of these days. . .I'm going to nonchalantly ask them to line up outside in the back yard. . .and then whilst they least expect it. .
snap (at lightening speed). . .a pile of photos. . .
through the spotless windows. .
and post them. . . . for your amusement.
The idea. . .just cracks me up. .
Today is Cousin Camp. .
and I'm pretty sure I'll be saying. .
"no no no. . .stay out of the garden .. that's buckey" ..
(roughly translated. . stinky or dirty. .or both)
..and then I'll tell them why. . ."Dampa" . . I'll say. . .
and at the name they love to hear. . .
they'll head off in the general direction of where "Dampa" is most often located.