12/31/2011
As the New Year is rapidly approaching, I have an entire new life to enjoy with a completely new learning curve! I have tried to prepare myself for this transition from city life to country wife, but not sure that I am armored with everything I need. Here is part of my list
Subscribe to Mother Earth News – CHECK
Subscribe to Mary Jane’s Farm – CHECK
Still considering Cappers Weekly for recipe ideas
All jeans, sweaters, long underwear and boots dug out and accessible – CHECK
All recipes that require frying are in the front of the recipe box – CHECK
Cosmetic bag cleaned out of all crazy colored eye makeup (afraid it will scare the wild life)
Country Cd’s have been moved to the front Jazz and the Rat Pack has been moved to the back of the CD Book – CHECK
Itunes now has more country than jazz downloaded and play list categorized (something I thought was impossible!) – CHECK
Recovering my Western Missouri drawl – CHECK
Working on my NW Missouri twang – CHECK
Things I learned today:
Fences do not fix themselves and an old barbed wire fence can be made beautiful with some hard work. If sent after, I now recognize a fence splicer a fence staple and a fence stretcher.
The sound of wind blowing through the trees on a country lane is like someone calling your name – urging you to go just a little further so you can enjoy nature’s mystical music. The rustling of the leaves as the wind touches each leaf compels you to stop and stare into the woods wondering if the cause of the breeze lives amongst the trees, deep into the woods and does it look like the picture of the “OLD MAN NORTH WIND” that I remember from my childhood story book.
I have enjoyed the last day of the year 2011, spending it on the farm with Randy; watching the cows rumbling down the hill to meet him when he calls – like children racing out the doors on the last day of school. I met the new calf that joined us early because of the escapades of Mr. Bull back in March. He seemed to have become lonesome and sought out the company of a young, beautiful heifer. “Lucky” was the result of that communion… yes named after his daddy’s “Lucky” night out.
We leave the farm and head to the farm where we reside to start the night’s celebration, quiet as it may be, it will still be a special celebration of our first year together coming to an end and our first year on the farm together just beginning.
Yes, I love the transition From City Life to Farmer’s Wife!
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I love you Randy
CITY LIFE 2 FARMERS WIFE 