After looking at just one real estate listing my kids quickly kabashed any notion of a "country" vacation home. "You see that? That's a river right next to it, not a lake, a river. You read that it's only well water and septic, right? You see that huge tank, that's propane. That's what they use to heat the house. I doubt there's digital cable or broadband available." My son handed me back the paper and let me know not to expect him to visit any time soon. My daughter chimed in to leave her out too. "Wouldn't you like a country vacation home?" I asked. "Uh, duh, we already live in the country. How much more country do you need to have?" It was then that the lightbulb went off. Omigod, she's right. We do live in the country.
I already have my own private park-like secret garden, and as long as the neighbors' beagles, hounds, lawn mowers and blowers are silent I can feel like I'm nowhere while still being somewhere.
The guardian angel peeks through the plants
as the fish frolic below
I take off my shoes and glide across the ivy rug
Stopping to see if I like butter
Swinging softly to the birds singing softly
Through the ropes something catches my eye
The valley rings with dainty bells
Transplanted from my mom's backyard, where no more lily of the valleys live, I waited seven years for this one gift to bloom...Welcome to my country.
2 comments:
You do live in the country!
Great post and thoughtful insight into the idea that this area can be considered as very much country at heart.
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