There are many life lessons to be learned when living the farm life.
You see birth and death.
Seasons change, sometimes too slowly and other times too fast.
The children grow up as quick as weeds in the tomato patch.
All of this fresh air really grows 'em tall.
While I do often miss the city; the scuttle of persons all out to do something, eating ethnic food, museums and culture...I have really grown to love the quiet and solitude that the farm gives me.
The sun rises and as it gets warmer out it's nice to go out very early with a cup of coffee and hear the birds waking up, singing to find their mates and their families.
There are always chores to do outside and this has become my exercise routine...pushing wheelbarrows, dragging tree limbs to the burn pile, mowing, weeding.
It's a dirty life, but it's my life.
We have dirty paw prints and boot prints in the living room.
We eat berries straight off of their branches.
We grow our own food and let our dogs run free through the woods.
We watch the sun set off of the front porch and marvel at the pinks, oranges, and reds that the sky displays for us.
We marvel at the bats when they come out at dusk.
My kids look with wonder at bugs, turtles, fawns, and crayfish at the creek.
It's a different life than we used to have, but it's our norm now.
And it's a fabulous norm.