Living South Of 92

Here in Iowa we like to tease each other about living a little too far south. Living south of Highway 92 implies  a person is a little less cultured and a little more laid back. We love it and enjoy our hills and river valleys. Most of the time. 

You know you live south of 92 when you pull on a yard, see seven pickups, and no one is home.

You know you live south of 92 when the signs on the bridges say, cross at your own risk.

You know you live south of 92 when you are driving down our beautiful roads and the deer hit you. (This actually happened to Jan this past week.)

You know you live south of 92 when everyone you meet waves whether you know them or not.

You know you live south of 92 when the planter and the tiler are getting pulled through the field at the same time.

You know you live south of 92 when the only time you tile is in the mud.

You know you live south of 92 when you can sit on a tractor in May with a heavy coat and just look like you enjoy your work.

You know you live south of 92 when someone asks you for your ID and you show them your belt buckle.

You know you live south of 92 when you play with the critters you find in your field.

You know you live south of 92 if you are not scared of snakes.

Well, maybe little snakes anyhow.

You know you live south of 92 when you have a flat on the road and your wheel looks like this before you can find a place to pull over.

You know you live south of 92 when you plant corn before the last snow and you still get a good stand.

You know you live south of 92 when there are six or eight of you working on a project and you're all family.

You know you live south of 92 when you were raised by a mom that loved you and taught you to be an asset in your community and society. Happy Mothers Day Mom.

You know you live south of 92 when you have a wife that does such a wonderful job of keeping the yard neat because she worries if she doesn't it might just get bat winged or sprayed. Happy Mothers Day Jan.

You know you live south of 92 when your daughter and daughter-in-laws allow your grandkids to help, get dirty, and just learn to be farm kids. Happy Mothers Day Suzanne, Stacy, Cassia, and Becky.