What on earth would possess a girl to move from the city of Chicago to the country? I mean, if she can swing a place in the city, why not just stay there?
Well, I got married.
So what have I learned about living in the country?
-it’s not any quieter at night, but instead of hearing cars and sirens and yelling kids, you hear crickets and bullfrogs.
-Parking under a tree of any sort is a bad idea. Unless you like animal droppings as décor, of course.
-There are ridiculous amounts of things for a dog to find and eat or roll in.
-Overalls actually are useful – those pockets held all the garden produce used for dinner tonight!
-Dirt and spiders are a regular part of living in the country – both inside and out.
-Water does sometimes have a taste – unfortunately, it resembles rotten eggs (until you get the well running for a bit)
-Worms are not the enemy here. Unless they’re inside.
-Climbing trees are a great idea – but the vines wrapped around them are not.
-The dog cannot actually catch a wild animal, now that he’s given ample opportunity.
-Food tastes better eaten outside, at sunset, with clean air and open fields and trees as a backdrop.
-Marriage starts out well with lots of alone time.
-My husband is an excellent gardener and cooker of fresh food.
-I have everything I need right at my fingertips – between the garden and the silence and hubs.
-There’s a lot of work to living in the country.
-The above mentioned work is almost always completed by my husband.
-I’m right where I belong.