The day I brought my horse home, I said "It's like camping with my horse everyday!" and really, this horse-at-home thing has appeased my need to go horse camping. Anytime I like, I can just sleep out there with him. With the bugs and martins and snakes and hedgehogs - yah, the house is better!
Another way it resembles camping here? The hippy that owns #72 camps there! #72 is the lot of trees that separates our house from our field. A thin strip of pines and blue spruces, with nothing but blackberries and nettles below them. The hippy has chainsawed back a section of blackberries and parked a camping trailer there.
And now that it's summer, she invites all her hippy friends over and they spend the weekend in nature. I smile because this is my HOME and it's also a campground: ) What could be better?
I wish I had pics of the hippies themselves, but I agree that taking a pic of your neighbor is on the creepy list. I'll describe the owner of #72. She has dyed burgundy hair, bright burgundy that is gorgeous in the sunlight. She always wears these cute little outfits, and always a skirt. Working in the yard in a skirt, she makes me feel shabby in comparison. She wears bright colors like she's a character on That 70's Show. She's nice, and I hope I have first dibs to buy that land when she's tired of it.
Sometimes when I go out late to feed Baasha his mash, I hear singing around the campfire. How sweet is that!? I worry that it might bother Baasha, but then there is a solid wall of blackberries and nettles between us, no way can anyone touch my horse.
They even burn nag champa so you know they're covering up something. Who burns nag champa outdoors? (ok, when I was younger, it was my favorite.)
On the solstice weekend, she mentioned to me there would be music. I was looking forward to more singing. I don't think their campfire dimmed all weekend, and they were very very quiet. (I must pause to think about the crappy neighbors that we could have there and be thankful!) Actually they were a little TOO quiet, for that many people.
It's not enough that she erected 3 separate Native American teepees out of bamboo sheets (in Germany, Native American stuff is supercool).
She hung up a wall of tarps and blankets so that no one can see in. At first I was offended - is she afraid that *we* watch her hippy parties? But then I noticed the blankets extend to the road too, so no one can see in from that way. Fine. But now I'm ultra curious. (This is the view from my front yard.) What is goin on in there?
Well, it turns out, nothing but hippy love. They didn't account for the fact that on the other side, the pasture side, I'd be cleaning up poop daily. Right next to their endeavors. I caught an uncensored glimpse through the pines and hoped they remembered sunscreen.
I wonder how much Baasha witnessed.
Now when Baasha smells the nag champa, he'll RUN AWAY!
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I've never heard of Nag Champa. Is it like incense? Lovely little teepees. How funny that Germany sells Native American stuff. Do they also sell Native German stuff...and is it as popular? :)
Sounds like they are trying to be very respectful with the campfires and being quiet, and the tarps to not embarrass anyone.
How many acres does she own there. It would be great if one day you could include that property as your own.
~Lisa
So, the reason why I asked if they were Germans or Americans is because I'm curious as to whether Germany is going through a point in its history that is similar the the American 1960's. Sometimes different countries go through the same movements, but at different times. The good news is that since they want their privacy, they will most likely respect yours. It also sounds like they are trying not to offend anyone.
Your whole post had me laughing and smiling. They do sound like they are pretty neat neighbors in their own way . . . could be a LOT worse as you know!
LOL with the anniversary of Woodstock we watched a history show on TV, and I remembered that we had a rock festival a couple miles from our house when I was a kid. We had a Skye River festival here in Washougal. I googled it on the internet! oh my! what a hippie fest, I never knew what all had gone on there! (probably because I was to young LOL)I do remember my parents parking cars in our field for $3 each. Crazy memories. Google Skye River, just for fun, the Washougal one was #3. There were two others up north.
Lisa, My man said to tell you that if you go to the castles, the gift shops at the end would sell native german stuff. I took my family to a castle nearby when they visited for our wedding, and I do recall an assortment of medieval stuff for sale at the end.
#72 is about one half acre of trees and it is so annoying that it is between us and our pasture! But we were lucky to get this place and buy that field separately, in that it connects in the back of 72. But, it would be really nice to buy 72 and have the whole piece. But buying that many blackberries, I shudder...
NM, I asked my man if Germany is going through an era similar to our 60s, and he said, "Just on 72!" heheheh ok then. But wait. No, really, we have the 60s every day here on the beaches. There is no nudity law, so people just lay around buck naked on the grass or sand. I am constantly blushing here. Not just at the beach, even in town, people let their kids run around naked way beyond the acceptable age.
Yah I am super happy that our neighbors are private and quiet. You can see that I planted a hedge on our property line, so soon they will not need to hang blankets to hide their activities.
Melissa, We are so blessed that our neighbors do not suck. Heck, even the house next door, their dogs are quiet! Their dogs learned who we are immediately, and don't bark at us or our horse. They bark at strangers though. Good dogs!
Reddunappy, my goodness, my brain is tilting from a trip back in time from my google search of the festivals held in washington in 68 and 70. I need to straighten my hair and get a headband. I've already got some clothes that will pass. No nag champa on hand though...Wish I coulda been there. The Oregon Country Fair is the closest I've ever come to the 60s.
Those neighbours look like a whole lot of fun. Maybe they will invite you over?
It would be good to be a bit older and have enjoyed those times back in the 70's.
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR :-))
Sounds good. If you need something to smoke you can always ask there *giggle*.
What if it was a Heavy-Metal-Campground over there??
I think your #72 neighbors are hilarious. Maybe you should take some "brownies" over there...?
WV= hyptiz
that's the secret ingredient in the brownies
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