Though I technically grew up in the city and Jack spent his childhood in them, we are country folk. Definitely. I couldn’t help but chuckle at a comment the renters emailed me after their short stint in our home. Basically, he said his wife had been cured of any romantic notions about rural living. While I’ll be the first to admit the hardships that we’ve faced from mountainous snow drifts to gale-force winds and deafening thunder to intense, humid heat on top of caring for occasionally ornery animals in a less-than-perfect home, for us, the benefits far outweigh the costs.
On the summer solstice, I wandered outside to watch the sun glide behind the horizon. The family of bats were already swooping about, the horses and sheep curiously pricked their ears towards me and a few fireflies flashed lazily. Those are our evenings more often than not.
