Sometimes I give a little chuckle when I stop and look around. I can be in my own little world while wood is being chopped, laundry is being hung, and, chickens are clucking at my feet. I pretend we are on our little farm. Then I hear a car drive by and beep, and a neighbor’s leaf blower start up and can smell my neighbors breakfast of sausage and eggs in the air. It’s nice to pretend but it’s also nice to live in a community. I know we stand out a bit. We are the oddballs of the neighborhood. But recently my one neighbor hung up a laundry line. Maybe we are fitting in a little more, or maybe not. I kind of like being the oddball.