Thursday, October 27, 2011

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Curious Cows


Call me crazy, but I like the cows.  The "natives" (my word for folks born and raised here) are not impressed with the cows or the cow pastures.  I am.  I have one on every side of my house.


Don't try to tell me this isn't scenic.  Instead of someone else's back deck, I see rolling hills, old barns, and cows out my kitchen window.


I like how whenever I take a walk around the "back 40" the cows have to stare.


Maybe I don't like it so much when the bull stares at me. I am still a city girl, you know.



Moo.

Loving Laundry

The day we first looked at this house and land, I saw this and knew I had found our homestead:


At our former city house, clotheslines were against HOA regulations.  What - city people don't do laundry?

We had some gorgeous weather this week, and my sweet baby has clean clothes - scented with the all natural "fresh air" scent.  No dryer sheets needed!


There is something very satisfying about standing in the sunshine, feeling the breeze, and carefully pinning up my baby's clothes to dry.  It wasn't a chore, but a pleasure.  No cramped, dirty laundry room.  No lint to clean.  Just a lot of fresh air.  And birds chirping, cows mooing, and even a donkey braying off in the distance.

Loving laundry.  Who would've thought?

Just Getting Started

My very first blogger.com post ... We just moved out to the country after 15 years in the city.  I love the slower pace of life and I love that my back yard now borders a cow pasture instead of someone else's back yard.  This will be where I can share my pictures and thoughts about my new life with my friends. I will post my pictures here, with short little updates here and there.  Nothing long or fancy, no articles that will take forever to read.  Just my pictures with a caption or maybe a paragraph at the most.  That's my goal, but you see, here I've already written a paragraph much longer than I intended.  So we'll see how it goes...