Earlier this week I mentioned that I live in the country. This is a relatively new thing for me, and I am finding that it is quite different than suburbia. I grew up in a quiet little neighborhood. All the neighbor kids would come over and we would run from yard to yard and play in the culdesac until dark. I always pictured myself in a quaint and classy little town home where I would lace up whatever colored tennis shoes that matched my outfit for the day and walk my sassy self to the store or take a stroll down the lane with my little ones to the park to play. Then I married a country boy. He is redneck to the core and I love him for it. We did the apartment and the neighborhood thing for a while, but eventually we ended up in a little house on acreage in what feels like the middle of nowhere. Now we are a little country family, and I am a country girl.
Let me tell you now having “gone country,” it is not always as glamorous as those Country and Southern Living Magazines make it out to be. Believe me, I wish it was. I try to make it that way, but it is more like an adventure. Especially for me, it is like an adventure into the unknown. One morning I woke up and there were 2 horses and a donkey in my front yard. I don’t own horses or a donkey. They were from the next property over. Getting them back was fun. I’ve learned to stop for turkeys. Turkey crossing is a real thing. I’ve been chased off the road by a pot belly pig. I met their owner as she was running down the road after it with a handful of apples calling “here piggy, piggy!” She really is a nice lady. Spiders are not the biggest thing that comes into the house uninvited, dead or alive. I’ve met many mice and something called a mountain beaver. We are not friends. My most recent adventure is gardening. You may not think that this is much of an adventure, but let me tell you how I was introduced to compost.
Oh compost. You have taught me so much. I used to think that compost was this soft, dark, rich matter that smelled like earth. I didn’t really realize where it came from, that was until my husband took me to pick some up…at a farm. He told me that he had contacted a farmer that had organic compost for sale. I loved this idea until we pulled into a dairy farm. Cows… lots and lots of cows. Yeah, that organic compost was made of cow poop, cow poop that had been sitting there for a while. That nice old farmer had posted that it was so good that it didn’t even smell. His nose must have needed a vacation because my house smelled like cow poop for two weeks after we brought it home. My son thought the pile of compost was amazing and was elbows deep into it before I could reach him. My dog also thought it was pretty spectacular. She’s a long haired German Shepard who pranced around in it as if it was snow. She flung it everywhere, and then they both decided they wanted to come into the house. I’m a germ phobic neat freak who about had a heart attack. “Poop! Poop everywhere,” that’s all that ran through my head. “Boots off,” my son said. Thanks buddy, but that’s not going to help Momma. My plants love the compost though. They are growing tall in their raised garden beds.
A few weeks have passed and now I don’t mind it if my son plays king of the mountain. Bath time usually follows, but he’s enjoying himself and points out what is growing each day. Spending time outside is one my favorite things now too. I love to find what’s peeking out of the ground each day. Even now as I look out my window, the sun is shining and I can see the little plant babies reaching for the sky. Sigh…happiness.
Thank you for letting me share with you a little piece of me. I hope this little piece of country living has brought you a smile and lifted your spirits. Have a wonderful rest of your day my friends!
Hi there! Welcome to Grace In A Glass. My name is Danielle and I am so happy that you are visiting this site today. We all have something in life that we are working to overcome. I began blogging about my struggle with overcoming Esophageal Dysmotility and Crohn's Disease with the hope of reaching others with words of encouragement and hope. Thank you for letting me share my stories with you, and hope you have the most wonderful day!