We live between two farmer's fields. The reason I chose one acre lot to build our house on five years ago was because the lot did not back up to neighbor's lots. I didn't want a backyard where every time I worked in my backyard I had to exchanged niceties with my neighbors. Not that I don't like neighbors, I do, just not in my back yard. I prefer privacy in my backyard.
However, once or twice a year the privacy and serenity of my backyard is rudely disturbed. There is always a price to pay. Nothing is perfect. However, the price I have to pay is very small. This morning I paid that price. For about ten minutes a crop duster plane circle and buzzed over our house this morning in order to drop its
Whenever I hear the roar of that airplane engine memories of one of my previous lives comes to mind. I think it was 1939, two years before I was born and I was a Polish teenager escaping the blitzkrieg of the Nazi Luftwaffe strafe bombing Polish refugees fleeing Warsaw. Then again, maybe I am reminded of a movie scene I saw many years ago. No matter, hearing the roar of that airplane engine so close to my head this early in the morning is still scary. One thing is for sure, it got my birds upset.