Country

 

Tracy (Wayne's) sister, and I spent the afternoon making gift boxes from fruit that we picked on the plantation. 

When I lived in Virginia I didnt worry about snakes, ants that bite, wild dogs, or alligators.  I surly didn't spend the afternoon picking fruit from the trees in my garden.

After making our gift baskets we took a golf cart ride around the plantation. 

When we returned to Tracy's house she told me she needed to take her rubbish to the dump (when you live in the country you don't have a bin man/trash pick up).

We drove 10 miles down a slippery road made out of clay and sand.  After we threw away her rubbish we headed back to Tracy's house on the plantation. We laughed, and laughed at how country our life has become.