It's been 11 years since we left life in the suburbs,
and I truthfully have never looked back or wished we were
anywhere other than where we are right now.
This is not the life for everyone... and thank goodness for that,
or the countryside would not be what it is today, right?
But, for me, personally, it is the only life I can imagine.
I live in a beautiful world...
a magical world.
At least, that is how I choose to see it.
(Certainly you, too, see the beauty in mushrooms growing on manure!
It's a place filled with blue skies and storybook clouds,
(unless of course it's raining... which it does a fair amount...
but that's ok, because there is magic in a rainy day as well).
It's a place where cornflower-blue chicory, daisies, day lilies,
asters, pink clover, happy Black-eyed Susans, and a myriad of other
wildflowers populate the roadsides.
It's a place where deer run free, and bears stop by for breakfast...
where all manner of wildlife has room to roam and feed,
and clear-running streams from which to drink.
As we bike through our countryside, we enjoy a
smorgasbord of smells : fields of new-mown hay,
moist, loamy, earthy woods,
the sweet, heady perfume of wildflowers and honeysuckle.