Peaceful, beautiful, countryside. Pastures full of cattle, horses, and goats. Bales of hay, old farm houses with deep, wide porches, some falling in to disrepair, others thriving. A lot of working farms, farmers selling their produce, seeming to be moving at a much slower pace,but accomplishing a full days work. The drive to our quaint home on the country road is worth capturing in words and pictures. Sounds great, right?
The city girl, that’s me, is excited to embrace nature, the lure of its charm, but I do not feel as confident as I sound. I grew up in Indianapolis and Chicago and learned how to stand up for myself. Stand up to bullies, and gangs. But as I took a walk down a road close to out home, I started wondering what that sound was in the woods, and right at that moment, across the street, the neighbors dog was racing right at me, growling, running close by my ankles.
I have lived out by corn fields and cows when I was a teenager and encountered packs of dogs. But as an adult I was attacked by a little dog, and now have a stupid fear of dogs and, so silly, other animals too.
I burst in to stupid girly tears, turned around, and raced home, feeling ashamed that I am now a grown up scaredy cat. But upon returning home, I calmed down and knew that I will do my best to make this the best year of my new country life.