You might as well mix it up, eh.
In Iceland, even the grass has a mind of its own.
And the clouds.
This makes farming hard. There are even traffic rules for tractors in downtown Reykjavik!!!!!
Well, you can always make some art.
And the geese have run away for the day.
Under the cover of the rain.
Just try to make a living like that!
Can’t even walk across your field without breaking a hoof.
And the fields are vertical. Tricksy.
And your horses are begging from passersby.
You wind up commuting into town for work, that’s what.
Danger in that in summer too. Not enough tourists in the summer in the rain to keep down the grass.
Note to self: bring a weed whacker.
After all, gas is expensive.
And the artists have gone strange.
It’s not normal, you know.
Good thing there’s golf!
Well, yeah, the wind’s blowing, but, hey, you know. You can always pretend its not there.