I've mentioned before that I live in a mobilehome park. Now there are those who insist on calling these trailer parks, but I defy anyone to back up there heavy duty truck and haul one of these units away. They do have trailer hitches, but all been disconnected. This park has been here since 1970 (Am and I moved in in 1971), and initially there were some some single wide units. But those are all gone. Most are double wide - two ten's or two twelves, and there are two or three triple wides here.
But that's not what I want to show you. Most all residents take pride in their homes, and show it in different ways. I was out taking pictures today, and here are some flowery pics for your enjoyment:
There are many rose bushes in the park. I'll have more another time.
This is just a modest display of a bigger garden.
Oh! There are more roses. Should get a close up.
Blue seems to be a popular color. Don't ask me what they are. Some people have a green thumb. Mine is burple.
A burst of color!
A bigger burst.
I have other photos I'll show another time soon.
But let's have bit of humor --
A farmer lived on a quiet rural highway. But, as time went by, the traffic slowly built up at an alarming rate. The traffic was so heavy and so fast that his chickens were being run over at a rate of three to six a day. So one day the farmer called the sheriff's office and said, "You've got to do something about all of these people driving so fast and killing all of my chickens." "What do you want me to do?" asked the sheriff. "I don't care, just do something about those crazy drivers!" So the next day he had the county workers go out and erected a sign that said: SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING.
Three days later the farmer called the sheriff and said, "You've got to do something about these drivers. The 'school crossing' sign seems to make them go even faster." So, again, the sheriff sends out the county workers and they put up a new sign: SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY That really sped them up. So Farmer Wayland called and called and called every day for three weeks. Finally, he asked the sheriff, "Your signs are doing no good. Can I put up my own sign?" The sheriff told him, "Sure thing, put up your own sign." He was going to let the farmer do just about anything in order to get him to stop calling every day to complain.
The sheriff got no more calls from the farmer. Three weeks later, curiosity got the best of the sheriff and he decided to give the farmer a call. "How's the problem with those drivers. Did you put up your sign?" "Oh, I sure did. And not one chicken has been killed since then. I've got to go. I'm very busy." He hung up the phone. The sheriff was really curious now and he thought to himself, "I'd better go out there and take a look at that sign... it might be something that we could use to slow down drivers in other areas..." So the sheriff drove out to the farmer's house, and his jaw dropped the moment he saw the sign. It was spray-painted on a sheet of plywood: NUDIST COLONY - Go slow and watch out for the chicks.