Ií am not a country girl. I despise nature and would rather do nearly
anything under the sun rather than touch a pig or cow or other livestock.
But I love to visit the farm. My Grandpa and Grandma Hill have a
welcoming and comfortable home where you can sit and relax and talk unhurriedly.
The rooms are inviting and filled with texture and history. The modern
conveniences of today blend with a century- old bedspread or a vintage spinning
wheel from the 1800ís. There is a story behind every piece of furniture, every
curtain, every recipe shared over the dinner table. It is a place where family
becomes centrally important.
Clothes are dried outside on clotheslines, fresh vegetables grow in the large
garden, and the farm cats roam freely. Sunday afternoons mean hours at the
dinner table with fresh baked rolls, noodles, green beans, salads, turkey, and
warm flaky pies, still hot from the oven.
I will probably never live in the country, but I truly admire the farm, for
all that it is.... full of hard work, beauty, and family.
Date: Monday, July 3, 2006 GMT Views: 289