Chuck Zumbrun

Tales from Skunk Hill

Looking Out My Front Door

This is the view out my front door tonight. The corn is growing minute by minute, and the native plants Debbie and I started in front of the field are really taking off.

Fields
Fields
Fields and Spenser
Fields and Spenser

Owen (the Wonder Dog) of course had my back as I was taking these pictures.

Watchful Owen
Watchful Owen

Debbie’s been gone all weekend, so I’m feeling maudlin. I have two confessions to make about what’s pictured above.

1.) When we were looking at places to build our house, and when Debbie said, “this is the spot,” I thought she was nuts. I often think that, and just as often I’m wrong. Particularly in this case though. It’s hard to imagine a more beautiful spot to live.

2.) Lana often accuses me of taking more care with the field in front of my house than all the other fields. I categorically deny this of course. It’s not my fault that we happened to build by the best field on the farm.

But Lana’s right. I do take more care with this field. I have to look at it morning and night, every day!

Actually, I have a third confession.

3.) I also thought Debbie was nuts when she brought Owen home. As usual, I was totally wrong. Spenser may disagree, but Owen is endlessly entertaining.

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