Dusting

I don't know why it never occurred to me that this would happen here.  I've seen them around, you may have seen them around.  Always from a distance. Mostly I see them when I'm on the interstate and don't have time to watch the show.  I'm talking about crop dusters.  Living in the land of corn I've seen the dusters before.  Wow, look at the little plane swooping over the fields. Cool stuff.

But now I live in the middle of the corn.  It's a different story.  I experienced them up close and personal as they buzzed the house to dust the field across the lane.

Holy cow that was close!!  And exhilarating   While I wouldn't want to be in the cockpit, I loved watching them in the field, from the porch, glass of wine in hand. But, and you know, there is always a but...it got me thinking.  

We have crop dusters who dust the fields.  We have other dusters in our lives. Dog dusters who shower us with love, entertainment and fur.  Friend dusters who dust love, companionship (and giggles), prayer dusters who spray a cloud of grace over our needs.  Some dusters we can see and hear. Some thunder in, others are invisible.  They glide in and out leaving us enhanced.

Either way, in any shape, they are a sight to behold.

You're not from around here are you??

If you were asking the dogs this question I'd would always have said nope, a couple from Iowa, a couple from Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri, Oklahoma, Tennessee. Pretty much none of our dogs and foster dogs have been from around "here".

This is the first period of my life where that comment fits me. I've been told it's difficult to make friends in small towns. Heck sometimes it's hard to make friends in medium size towns and in big towns. Over the weekend we had someone ask us if we are part of the Witness Protection Program. In his mind, either serious or joking, how else would someone from Reno and someone from Omaha end up in Little Town, America. Naturally we laughed. We neither denied or confirmed the allegation. Even if we were, we couldn't admit it, and frankly not admitting it seems like way more fun.

I don't know for sure if I'll ever be from around here. It feels like home and home it will be. If they want to look at us with a question in their eyes so be it. Frankly, like the fosters, a new addition to a community is a good thing. Perhaps we can expand their horizons and they can help us establish roots in the community. Until let them wonder. I sometimes wonder myself.