Country Living

 

Do I regret it?

Sometimes.

There are days where I miss the suburbs and the ability to stop at the bank, hit the gym, and grab some Thai food (not necessarily in that order) all in a two mile radius.

 

But then I’d miss this on the way to the bank,

 

and there’s no way I’d see this on the drive to the gym,

 

and I couldn’t get this view at the Thai restaurant,

 

Nor have a soccer and baseball game in the backyard – at the same time.

 

And somehow, I don’t think you’d find stacks of hay in the city.

Ones that hide tiny secrets,

 

And speaking of hay… there’d be no room for these slightly obnoxious but beloved creatures,

 

Which reminds me of that psycho hose that I have to use to water them…

(trust me, the tales I have about this beast are chilling)

 

There would be no way to freak poor Joey out

 

By making tracks with this,

 

and pulling this,

 

There’d be no antidote to the snow-covered fields… no harvest season.

 

There’d be no quality time spent on big machines,

 

No time spent attracting dirt in the barn,

 

There’d be no creek to take an animated little boy across,

 

And no amazing view to greet us on the other side,

 

No homeowner’s association to tell me I can’t plant a dozen Quaking Aspens in the backyard,

 

Considering that all of these shots are Straight Out Of the Camera… I think God did a bang-up job coloring my life.

 

So I guess I’ll just save that Thai food cravings for “going to town”

and be glad for falling in love with a redneck.

 

But lest you think it’s all pretty prairie sunsets and flowers… I leave you with this:

 

 

 

Ahh, life is sweet in the country.