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Originally Posted by Digging4Truth
It's all in the upbringing. Growing up in my family it is viewed as nothing short of a shining compliment. A Jersey is about as good as it gets. It was a moment in time that made me feel a little proud.  |
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Originally Posted by Titus2woman
I was raised in the city but never learned to love it. The noise, pollution, crowds, traffic, endless hours left at the end of a day with nothing but TV...
Country life has a completely different rhythm. I rise early to milk and feed, I sit on my porch in my robe and drink coffee and watch the critters as they wake and stir around. I plant and harvest and can and cook, putting some meals on the table every week that were completely grown and raised right here. I turn milk into cheese and soap. I wash and hang clothes in the clean country air. I see life and death if not daily then at least weekly. I help things to live; baby chicks and ducklings, goatlings, calves...
When I read my bible I really, truly understand what it is to leave the flock and look for one that is lost, how the tares grow among the wheat, why a vine or tree must be grafted onto a strong root stock or it will not survive in it's natural state. I lay my tired body down at night and sleep the sleep of one is content.
I am not just a taker from the planet but am able to give back. I am able to give to others from the work of my hands. I count all that joy and not a burden at all. And it is those things and so many more that I did not find in city life.
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I am not a fan of the big city life. I have no use for any of their ways, but I do like the feel of a small town in the country (I am not entirely citified I suppose
). A small garden, my cats, and that is enough for me. I love to read, visiting with friends and neighbors, going to church, and being able to recognize almost everyone in town.
My Mom worked at an exotic animal farm, and I was employed to do various portions of the upkeep (I was only about 14-15) such as cleaning her small water way, mowing the grass (I did not mow around the main house), cleaning the gutters, and other small jobs. I quickly decided that I can do without the constant headache of coping with animal leavings on the bottom of my shoes, as well as other things. The part that I enjoyed most, and still would, was bottle feeding the young animals (except for that annoying baby zebra).
People like you make people like me happy people. I can come for a visit, and you can keep the animals.
I hope that you have a lot of success with all of your animals. May they give you in such abundance that you have canned food in the cellar for generations to come.
Did I do good by recognizing that she was referring to a cow? Although, I was always more partial to Holsteins myself, but that is probably my Kansas years showing.
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