For weeks I have been reading articles and posts about the joys of spring: return of migrating birds, swelling of tree buds, lengthening of days.
But spring means something else to our neighborhood: the return of the noisy, intrusive, outdoor maintenance workers and their noisy tools. The entire neighborhood is alive and buzzing with the irritating sounds of power mowers, leaf blowers and wood chippers.
Early this morning, as we were eating breakfast, my husband noticed a man strolling in our back yard. We had never seen him before and didn’t know which work crew he represented. Could he be a tree specialist, here to trim trees that were damaged in October’s freak snowstorm? Or a gardener here to analyze the work he and his crew will need to accomplish this spring for the cleanup? Maybe he’s here to read the water meter. Maybe we should find out. Just a few nights ago our friends were burglarized while they were out celebrating the holiday. We should know who this stranger is who is walking around our back yard.
So Harvey opened the sliding glass doors leading to the back yard, approached the stranger, said, “Hi: where are you from?” (Meaning what company are you with?)
The man glanced at him and answered, “Honduras!”
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Wow!It’s just outstanding…. 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much.
a very cute post 🙂
Thank you, ‘glad you enjoyed it. It was certainly funny when it happened.
Well and what can you say to something like that…I love those moments that leave you unsure I guess…
Yes, his response was certainly a surprise.
Great post Ronnie as always 🙂
Thank you, Jake. You’re very kind.
Ronnie, I read this in my email on my phone minus the photo’s, and had a nice little chuckle that day when I read this .. :-).. And then like you do, it gets lost in the sea of other inmail of new posts… So appologies for not getting around to visit you recently.. I do read your posts .. As like me I know you dont post every day.. like others do.. I just havent the time 🙂
Lovely Back yard by the way… 🙂
And thank you Ronnie for dropping in to comment upon my Posts too.. Take care..
Don’t get too busy to enjoin the things that matter…
Cute. Then again, I remember many trespassers when we lived on our 65 acres in the Maine woods. Without regard to signs and such, they would simply pack up and head across our land to hunt or fish or whatever. Drunk or sober, we never knew. And when my kids were small, it could get downright scary. We didn’t believe in fences because of wildlife migrations, but often wished people had more courtesy and yes, common sense!
OK, but did you ever have a man from Honduras?
Hillarious! That’s a great way to start the day! 🙂
Yes; I almost choked on my tea and crumpets!
LOL! That’s a story you can tell for years to come!
…and I hope you will be my audience .
That was a riot! Great way to start the day….with a laugh.
It certainly was a funny moment.
I’m sure that was a truthful answer, literal, but truthful.
Maybe he thought my husband was an immigration officer.
That could have been a Steve Martin line from the era when he was funny.
Was that before he told us that he played the banjo?
I was right into the story wondering where it was going to go, and you really got me at the end. Had a good laugh. 😀
Yes, so did we.
What a great story! Thanks for a good evening laugh. Guess it’s all in how we ask the question…
Do you have another way, in case any other strangers happen by our yard?
How about, “Hey, what in the heck are you doing in my yard?” Too direct? Yeah, probably 🙂
Maybe he thought that was a conversation opener. Funny.
Yes, a conversation opener with a pointed question that I suppose could have been interpreted as a threat.