Considering lines…

A lot of people hate lines.  Standing in them anyway.  I personally avoid them whenever possible, and then should the evil arise, I don’t stress. I either talk to the people I’m with, make new friends around me (works most of the time as long as there’s normal people in the line, the not-so-normal ones think it’s weird to strike up conversations with strangers… go figure), or now that I have caved in and joined the ranks of iPhone members, I can surf the web, check my e-mail, or download a never ending supply of apps.

But you know the lines that really bug me?

Lines of trees.

Or rather, trees planted in lines.

Unless it’s an orchard, and then all that order and symmetry looks kind of cool.

But barring that one exception, trees weren’t meant to be planted in lines people!! Do you see lines in the forest? Trees grow in clumps, at random, and yes, along streams, but even then there trunks don’t line up with each other.  But around here, many people seem to think that landscaping is planting a line of trees in the front yard.

And don’t get me started on the even numbers.

Folks, it’s like to give me a seizure.

Speaking of lines, there are these three horses on my drive home that in the evening like to stand by their fence in a line and look at the cars.  This line doesn’t bother me cause it’s cute.  And sometimes they stand facing the road, and sometimes they stand mooning the road.

I figure it has to do with how their day went, or perhaps it’s a sign of some larger cosmic significance, but either way, today, they were looking at the road, so all must be right in the world.

Except for the fat green caterpillars that did my fennel completely in in less than 24 hours.

And squash bugs. They did my zucchini in while I was gone.

But other then that…