when I was little, we read a little story about Dick and Jane and their life on the farm. I dreamed from that moment on of living on a farm…I remember Jane in her little red dress fetching the eggs from the barn for breakfast. But most of all I remember the sunshine and the green land and thinking how great it would be to live so close to nature.
We lived in the suburbs, the closest description I can come to my hometown of Elmira. For the first 30 years or so of my life, the green I perpetually saw: a golf course.
When I moved here, to the country, which my husband says really isn’t the country but exhurbia, I did not know what I was getting myself into but gosh darn I was delighted, my childhood dream come true. I’m going to focus on this for a few blog posts or actually, I’m going to focus on my gratitude for being here coupled with my dream of a simpler life. I’m hoping in my writing I’ll be able to come to some conclusions or some peace about being a reluctant country gal.
Note about the photograph: we were happy with our crop of tomatoes in 2010 because the year before we had a blight and had practically no crop. There is nothing like a homegrown tomato with basil leaves and olive oil.