As a native Hoosier, my tendency is to be hospitable. My mother always loved to have company, and it didn’t matter when you came, if she was home, she would get you a glass of iced tea or Pepsi, and you all would sit down and visit. At Grandma’s that visit also included a walk through the yard to see what had bloomed since the day before when you were last there.
I guess I haven’t outgrown that upbringing. Even when Vince and I don’t have company, we still walk around the yard almost daily to see what new things he planted or how his garden grows.
When we bought our home 12 years ago, we named it Bellavista. At the time the house was more of a shack, and the acre a blank slate than a beautiful view, but for 12 years my husband has worked on creating his own bella vista. I have to admit that most of my contributions have come in the form of praise, which he adores.
Two days ago we went out, because he wanted to try my new Tameron lens. Unfortunately, I forgot to put it back on automatic focus, and I took some of the pictures with my vision corrected differently, and Vince took some of the pictures, and his vision is different from mine. So some of them are just not as sharp as the lens is capable of producing. At least I know what was wrong with them. You get to see life the way my lasik eyes see things unless I correct my distance vision. It’s not as good as walking a mile in someone’s shoes, but the idea is the same. :)
Hoosier, by the way, is the blurred way we say, “Who’s there?” in Indiana. I don’t have much of a Hoosier accent, but I do blur my words as well as my pictures sometimes, according to Vince. hmmmm Hope you’ve enjoyed our spring walk around the front of the house. Now, what shall we talk about? It’s open. I’ll chat if you will. :)