Around here, there's nothing but farmland. And it's not the picturesque kind. Oh, and big, industrial dairies and feedlots. And this house doesn't even have a back yard. Except for a narrow strip without a fence-- where I throw my tomahawk. But everything else I end up doing in the front yard so people can wonder what I'm up to. This isn't the life I'm accustomed to and I'm not a good fit.