A Country Girl Goes Home
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Once again
my life changes. I have come to the realization that
change is a good thing. It forces us to make
decisions, to adapt, to learn and to grow in every
way possible. At least that is the way it is for
me.
Once again
my life changes. I have come to the realization that
change is a good thing. It forces us to make
decisions, to adapt, to learn and to grow in every
way possible. At least that is the way it is for me.
I have recently moved from the city back to the country and really small town living. Think Mayberry. It took a few days to adjust. There was no street-lamp shining brightly in my window In the morning I county rabbits and squirrels playing in the yard instead of cars zooming by. At night I listen to the whippoorwills instead of the wailing sirens.
The girls and I spend our days wading in the creek. We avoid the deeper parts and stick to the shallows. It’s much easier to find interesting treasures in the shallows. We collect “crystal” rocks, “fossil” rocks and of course, indian money. We also collect nuts, berries, feathers, and abandoned nail shells (and some not-so-abandoned). By the end of the summer I’m sure we will have an immense collection. Thankfully that collection disappears in winter and starts all over in the spring.
Right now
Daisy and I are sitting on the back porch watching a
turkey feasting in the garden. Well, I’m watching the
turkey, Daisy is sleeping... and snoring. This turkey
is a hen and she has about 10-15 little ones that
occasionally venture out of the nest and frolic in
the fields. We usually see this turkey almost
everyday. She’ll get quite close to the house.
There is also a doe and her faun that stay close to the house. It absolutely delights the girls to be able to see all of these animals an dto have a chance to learn firsthand about them.
It makes me happy that I can give them this opportunity, even though it required me to be strong enough to make a drastic change in my life.
I have recently moved from the city back to the country and really small town living. Think Mayberry. It took a few days to adjust. There was no street-lamp shining brightly in my window In the morning I county rabbits and squirrels playing in the yard instead of cars zooming by. At night I listen to the whippoorwills instead of the wailing sirens.
The girls and I spend our days wading in the creek. We avoid the deeper parts and stick to the shallows. It’s much easier to find interesting treasures in the shallows. We collect “crystal” rocks, “fossil” rocks and of course, indian money. We also collect nuts, berries, feathers, and abandoned nail shells (and some not-so-abandoned). By the end of the summer I’m sure we will have an immense collection. Thankfully that collection disappears in winter and starts all over in the spring.
There is also a doe and her faun that stay close to the house. It absolutely delights the girls to be able to see all of these animals an dto have a chance to learn firsthand about them.
It makes me happy that I can give them this opportunity, even though it required me to be strong enough to make a drastic change in my life.