i felt like i was living in the swiss hills, looking at a rustic cottage (instead of the brick city house i was actually looking at)
the weird old lady across the street came out. she was wearing her usual head scarf, and a brightly coloured blanket around her shoulders. she's a weird old lady because every week she hangs all of her rugs in the apple tree, no matter the weather. even in the rain she'll hang her rugs in the tree to air out. her side yard is laid out with sheet metal with rusty nail heads poking through. on top of the sheet metal, and under the hanging rugs, she has planters filled with faded silk flowers that have drooped over time. she has a huge old dog that i have called "raggy maggie" this dog is a long haired german sheppard looking thing with hair so matted and dirty and dreadlocked she looks like a stray. she looks like an evil wolf but it seems everyone in the hood knows that raggy maggie is perfectly harmless...though you wouldn't want to touch her.
anyway, the lady just came out to mop her sheet metal walkway. she didn't mind that she and her blanket were being rained on, and she also didn't mind wringing out her sodden mop with her bare hands, right over where she had just mopped.
i say that it reminds me of the swiss hills because that just seemed to me like a scene you would see there many years ago. pioneer people doing those tasks that they do, simply because that's what they do.