I used to call myself a country girl at heart…
…then my heart fell for a country boy.
I soon realized that I had no clue what country living was.
The bugs. The ticks. The wild animals. The work. The mud. The dirt. The crazy kamikaze crop-dust planes. The sound of the corn in the breeze. The excitement of seeing the combine in the field. The beautiful sunsets. The bonfires. The dust swirls in the barn on a sunny day. The birds. The rabbits. The flowers. The garden. The peacefulness. The quiet.
Yep, no clue. And, after two years, I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, except maybe the bugs and ticks. And the wild animals.
There is nothing that compares to sitting on the well pit with my country boy and watching the sun set over the fields. Bright orange and reds. Always different each night.
If you are a long-time reader, you know my blog used to be Mini Van Dreams. But, in this new phase of life – one I never thought I would have the chance to experience – I felt a change was needed. My blog felt like it had gotten very focused on a few topics and not the way I wanted it to be.
The kids and I are moving to a farm outside of town.
Don’t worry, I will still have the same articles – the recipes, free printables, crafts, family stories, and new farm life stories, as I try to muddle my way through country living. I am sure it will be a hoot.
I wasn’t born on a farm, but I got here as soon as I could.