Here is a view of the clouds and trees in our backyard. Don't be fooled by the idyllic setting. This land is unihabitable and the only patch of woods for miles. It is nice to come home to after passing the trash heaped up on the sides of the road. It also doesn't smell as good as it looks. Someone is always burning something, that includes rubber and plastic. If you have never smelled burning plastic as the sun rises you've missed a treat!
We are also in the flight path for the airport, so if you ever come to see us you will fly right over the house.
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