Nine years ago, I never imagined that I could feel at home in jeans and boots. It didn't occur to me that living on a farm could be fun. No one told me what things could be experienced while living in the country.
Granted, I can't be called a true 'country' girl since I still enjoy going to the opera and theatre with Mother Dearest. I still put on that little black dress and the pearls, and shove my feet into the torture devices that are called high heeled shoes.
Trucks are a fascination now. I save up for boots instead of high heels. Horses and cows are no longer foreign animals. I don't cry every time an animal dies, I see it as a part of life. Farm life is taking over my life, and I don't have any objections.
Except for the heat, but there is no way I can change that.
Here, in this blog, I hope to share my experiences on the farm as a godly daughter . Every once in a while, I'll post a short story or two about the animals I care for.
Here's to the future tales to come.
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