My Apologies!
I was going to post this on Thursday, but ran into a little snow problems. I wasn't on-line yesterday, so there went another day. Anyhoo, here are the
Ten things I've learned in the last six months from living on the farm.1. Quiet is nice. And expected out here in the country. Last night I spent the night in Lansing. On my way from the Silver Bells in the city celebration to my mother's house, I counted two ambulances and five police cars going full-tilt. I've not heard one siren out here in the country.
2. I can build fires all by myself. I have to use a lot of lighter fluid, but I can do it!
3. Two cats are more than twice the fun.
4. Driving a red car is fun. (And I haven't got a ticket . . . yet.)
5. Many people love farms. I have had more company in the last six months than I had in the last ten years at the apartment.
6. I can dispose of snakes.
7. Painting jobs on a farm are never done. Milkhouse is complete, porch trim finished, next the back steps, next the garage doors, well, you get the idea.
8. I am convinced that it is the wavy windows of old houses that have given life to so many ghost stories. There are reflections upon reflections in those crazy old windows, and I've startled myself several times. Though, I'm still not sure how to explain the front door opening by itself the other night.
9. Country deer are much shyer than city deer. That's probably for good reason, as the area abounds with hunters. Two buck were taken from our woods just in bow-and-arrow season. However, there are lots of droppings, tracks, and half-eaten apples in my back yard the past few weeks, so I'm thinking I may catch the rascals eating one of these days, and get some more deer pictures.
10. It IS possible to drive in fog. This sounds really really stupid, but I've never been able to drive in fog. I think, even though I knew in my head it wasn't true, that I believed that the fog was a static thing, that you would drive into it and it would swallow you up. Weird, I know. And perhaps a metaphor for my life. If I couldn't see a clear path to follow, I would just stay put. That gets mighty boring. There's a lot of fog out in these parts, and I've learned to drive in it without great discomfort. And moving to the farm, trying new things, pushing out of my "fog" zone, has opened up my life.
On to the next adventure!