Perspective!

Owensboro! What a funny little town. I'm not saying I don't like it here . . it's just the strangest place. I guess what causes it to be this way is that most everyone who lives here would be a descendant of those first settlers who arrived in Daviess County in 1780. Why they stopped here, I will never know. But, they did and if you can't trace your roots back to there, you might as well stamp "I'm not from here!" on your forehead. You may not believe this but there is rarely a time that I go out that someone doesn't say "you're not from here, are ya?" I used to say "No, I'm not. I have all my teeth!" But I soon learned that was offending to the natives! Anyway, I went to Hancock's today to get something to cover my tomatoes. The bread store is right close so I stopped by there. They have the most wonderful bread and my friend, Becky (who is from here and will not like this entry!) gave me a gift certificate from there for my birthday. Thanks Becky! They had this little flower pot of "seeds" sitting on the counter with ink pens in it. I should learn to keep my mouth shut (not gonna happen) and no one would know "I'm not from here!" but I said "are those some of the seeds you use in your bread?" I could tell from the look I got that they were not seeds used in the bread and I should have known better. The nice lady proceeded to explain to me that they were wheat berries. Now, how many of you know what wheat berries are? She explained that every morning they mill the wheat berries for the bread and she told me the difference about how you get white flour by shelling (I don't think that's the word) the outer part of the berry off. It was very interesting and then she said "haven't you seen wheat growing?" Yes, but just from the road. Then came the dreaded "You aren't from here, are you?" No, damn it. I am NOT. She was so sweet and she wasn't being mean at all . . it's just something *everyone* around here says! I guess I looked at her like I was offended and she said "That's ok . .you're just not a country girl!" On the way home, I'm thinking . . what am I? I'm surely not a city girl! I have a rabbit living in my back yard who has decided he's part of the family. I have tomatoes, zucchini, eggplant, flowers and herbs growing in my back yard. I have a generator because we're so far out in the county and the power goes off in the winter for days. My home address is a highway number . . not even a cute street name. I have to pay extra for UPS deliveries because I'm rural! Goodness. City folks would think I am a country bumkin! This is why I should move back to Louisiana where I'm just ME! It doesn't matter where you're from, where your grandparents live, and I doubt anyone there knows about wheat berries! I did get netting and covered the tomatoes. I probably should go out there and weight down the bottom of the netting with bricks. Probably won't get me on the cover of Progressive Farmer magazine but I think this will keep the Japanese bettles and the birds away. Judy L.