Gossiping Over the Fence

November 7, 2016

All my life I’ve heard tell of how women would greet friends and spend time visiting and enjoying a little gossip over their backyard fence as they hung out their wash. Surprisingly, hanging out my wash on the clothesline is something I truly enjoy. I like to hear the birds singing and I really like to watch the buzzards circling overhead. It is amazing to me how long they can go without any wing beats.

Anyway, I seem to be drifting, like those big birds, from my topic of the ladies and their clotheslines. This afternoon I went to the backyard with my wash and the “ladies” of the “four-foot” variety, being the curious creatures they are, came to see what juicy tidbit of gossip I had. I informed them that the wayward few that had managed to wander into the next pasture would soon be back in their midst. They just stared at me with their doe-like eyes and switched their tales and soon ambled off to the water trough. I guess my gossip isn’t very interesting.

Gossiping Over the Fence