Saturday, July 18, 2015

Welcome to the Country

I hear it at least once a day. I hear it when a snake has gotten in my children's bedroom. I hear it when a giant, presumably man-eating, spider is in the bathroom. I hear it when thousands and thousands of delicious blackberries grow in the yard. "Welcome to the Country."

I was a city girl. I've never lived anywhere like this before. This is an honest to goodness farm. And I live in the middle of it. In a shack. In the woods. I came here to find myself. To reconnect with the woman I let go of a long time ago. I came because I want my children to understand where food comes from and what hard work means. I came because of heartbreak and love. It's beautiful and hot and sometimes scary and painful. And it's mine. My country. Even though I have never lived anywhere like this before, my soul said, "I am home" when I arrived.

So welcome. Welcome to the story of a city girl moving to the country. Of learning to garden and can. Of battling snakes and stray cows. Of love and healing.

Geography is important. More important than I ever knew. I need to be here. Right here on this very farm.




2 comments:

  1. Help me, please...
    Im looking for Jimmy Hoffa,
    a NYC mob boss.
    Cant find him.
    Disappeared.
    Never found.
    They say he's under
    the EndZone
    in Giant's Stadium.
    Im his long, lost cuzzn...

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  2. Help me, please...
    Im looking for Jimmy Hoffa,
    a NYC mob boss.
    Cant find him.
    Disappeared.
    Never found.
    They say he's under
    the EndZone
    in Giant's Stadium.
    Im his long, lost cuzzn...

    ReplyDelete