There is an older lady just down the road from us. She always seemed cranky, and nobody had anything good to say about her. I have a few ponies that are escape artists, so I have to mow grass for them since they have to be kept in sturdy corrals. I ran out of grass to cut in the yard, so DS went down to ask this lady if we could mow her field for the ponies. She said go for it, so we started on that. This field hadn't been touched in years, there was a lot of junk hiding in the tall grass, along with sections of half buried fence. We've been working on cleaning it all up, not only for her but because it makes it easier for us getting the mower in. She told me that if I saw anything that I wanted, to take it. I got a nice chunk of chicken wire... the good stuff that doesn't rust. This is the third year that we have been mowing this field, and it's really looking nice now. Every year it gets better. And through it all, I have found that this lady is actually a real sweetheart, she just doesn't let folks push her around. And she tells really neat stories about growing up here in ND... back before there were telephones and electricity. Stories about boot leggers during prohibition. Just interesting to listen to her. Because my ponies wouldn't stay in their pasture, I got to know a wonderful person. And today I planted some Juneberries in her field. She is really excited about that and asked how much she owes me. 11 nice sized plants for under $25. I looked out at the field that has been feeding my ponies and told her that she already paid me.