Celebrations...

I live in the middle of acres upon acres of groves. Grapefruit, oranges, tangerines. And of course, situated in the groves will be migrant labor camps. Although our home is almost 90 years old and we were here first , there's a MLC not far from here. Close actually. I can't say that I mind. They're normally quiet, polite people and granted they are only here for the season. Tonight two of them have wed. In their front yard. In front of their mobile home. With red and white balloons EVERYWHERE. Weren't the balloons supposed to be orange, green and yellow? Oh, that's their heritage. Not the colors of love? And, yes, we have the classic Hispanic tunes. The same beat over and over again. The wooden floors of my OLD home reverbate with that same beat - again and again and again. And with this, I have to smile. Simply because it's a wedding. And they've opted to celebrate. In their own way. In front of their mobile home. But, dammit, they're celebrating. My husband asked me if we could crash the party. I told him I was afraid for his life if he chose to do so. I'm quite sure the music would stop reverbating if we were to crash their party. I do love a homemade tortilla though. Do you suppose they roasted a goat? Hmmmm...