Well, as much as a small town southern gal can be citified. I wasn't into Manolos or martinis, but I kinda liked houses with tidy lots, no scary critters, and, above all, I had to be within spitting distance of a bakery.
Before we moved to the farm, we bought three donkeys, and, since we were (as far as country life is concerned) in a pre-Green Acres mode, without a horse trailer or way to transport the donkeys, Mr. Gordon delivered them.
Three years later, we have five donkeys. I may have mentioned them before, but in addition to Zeus, there's Hera, Juno, Apollo, and Homer. They look out for the pygmy goats and sheep, doing their best to keep the bad critters away.
angelic the next.
The other four came up to see if we had any vanilla wafers, and of course we did.
Zeus head-slammed them away.
Apollo says, No can do. Want cookie!
It's funny. You can think you are citified, always on the edge of the heebie-jeebies, but then you discover you are braver than you thought. Here is the thing about farm life: the enormity of the natural world puts itty problems into perspective. The ever-changing sky is a grace note.
We keep our boots lined up on the porch, ready for the next adventure.
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