I sometimes dream of matchy matchy... Would it be magenta or cerise or azure blue... then I wake up and realise I’m far too classy for that sort of stuff...
She's thinking of the chorus to that song of some decades ago (though I don't know how she knows it):
The other man's grass is always greener,
The sun shines brighter on the other side.
The other man's grass is always greener,
Some are lucky, some are not
But I'm so thankfuuuuuuul for what I've got.
When mine does that looking into the distance she's likely nosing at the coming and going of life.
She's a naturally nosing moo and knows all the gossip!