Country's Best

As far as I'm concerned, country living brings out the best in people.

Take for example - and you understand that this is only hypothetical - two little boys. Inside the house you might hear, "thats' mine, you'd better leave it alone!", or maybe, "stop looking at me!", followed by a loud thud and some footsteps on their way down the stairs to tattle. Then it's, "Okay, that a time out for you!"

But, get them in the great outdoors and everything changes.

Antagonist becomes ally, foe becomes friend.

Those who previously were at odds are now companions and comrades,

 holding hands as they walk through the deep woods, ready to fight to the death anyone or anything who might threaten their union. Even that loud growling they hear somewhere out in the trees is no match for their

combined courage.

Yes, indeed, after a walk outdoors,
soaking in the mist and splashing in mud puddles,

Grandma becomes a much nicer person.
I promise to share now and it's okay if they look at me.
I still might give myself a time out, though. I kinda like those.