A change of heart

My husband is a country boy. 

I was a city girl.

Notice I said “was”.

I’m a changed woman.  You see…

Boy meets girl. 

Girl who despises smell of cow poo {and who assumes all country life involves having to smell cow poo day and night and life in a crappy, old farm house} convinces country boy that life in the city ain’t that bad. 

Boy marries girl and moves into the city. 

5 years of city life, and 2 children, later, city girl can’t wait to move to the country. 

Country boy cheers. 

The end.

 

You see, I have fallen in love with country life.

The smell of sun-dried laundry {not to mention a smaller gas bill} just gets my goat!

 

Seeing cardinals, red-winged black birds, gold finches and robins right outside our window versus on our doorstep {compliments of the neighborhood cats} is quite refreshing really.

Saving our veggie trimmings, egg shells, stale bread and fruit peels for the compost heap offers a surprisingly satisfying feeling {not to mention less garbage}.

Watching the little kernels of corn we planted grow into lush plants that will eventually feed our family makes me smile {you should see the in-process cantaloupe, watermelon, potatoes, peppers, squash and tomatoes our garden is boasting!}

 

And how can you not love a plant that curls this way?  Thanks God for making garlic curly…just another sign you love me so!

 

And of course watching my hot man riding the zero-turn mower across “our” {not quite officially yet} 3 acres just makes me blush.

{insert sweaty censored photo here}

 

These two seems to like country life too…

Yup. 

I’m bloomin’ in the country soil now, and it just so happens I’m loving it!

{Happy father’s day, beloved man…you won}