Friday, August 10, 2007

A Country Season Approaching?

I forgot to tell you that last weekend Tom and I went to our local, smallish County Fair.

We loved every moment and every little detail.

The baby pigs were so cute, that I wanted to pick them up and hug them. And as Tom said, you kept expecting one to step over to you and say, "Hi, I'm Wilbur."

The Bantam chickens enchanted us, the goats stole our hearts (though the ones without ears just looked, well, odd), the lambs were sweet and the bunnies were floppy and adorable. We drooled over the classic old cars and we even enjoyed the old-time gospel singers while we sat inside the shady tent with our Sicilian white pizza, even though that's not what you'd call our favorite type of music.

Clearly, we are becoming country people.

I mean, today at a yard sale I came across a box of free old Country Woman and Country Journal magazines, issues I probably glanced through years ago. But now I'm devouring them for information. I want a tiny farm so much!

I've seen myself change incredibly the past few years--and it's been fun, and even strange at times, watching myself becoming a woman I do not recognize. But who wants to remain forever as she was at 35? Perhaps some women do, but not me. I want to always be pliable in God's hands, responding the correct way to His ordained, current seasons in my Life. And I'm thinking lately that these upcoming years will be my country season.

And so what remains is for me to make the right decisions, to be in the right place at the right time so that I'll get the most out of this season. And may I not wait too long or be too afraid to step into these next years. The right years to live in them--the right window of time-- will not last forever. Some day I will be too old to plant a big garden, chase after chickens and walk a country mile.

Someday there will be a whole new season in which to live and I want to be able to glance backward at this one with gratitude, smiles and no regrets.


Speaking of which... Days ago I found a great new-to-me blog, written by a woman who lives not so far away from me. Her blog is called I Live On a Farm. I think you'll enjoy it.

The most contented people I know are those who realize--and accept--that nothing in this life on Earth lasts forever... and that everything changes.


cmm said...

I always wanted a farm. With horses and goats and chickens. I think I've pretty much given up on that dream. I'm not getting any younger, the years go by faster and faster, my kiddos are all teens and hubby has NO interest of ever leaving the 'burbs.
I loove the goat barn at our county fair. The floppy eared ones are my favorite!

daisymarie said...

I know I have a lonnnnng way to go, but I also know that I understand and experience a much deeper contentment than I ever dreamed of at 35!

Hazel said...

We moved to the country 26 years ago. Our neighbors were our greatest resource. Even the country folk have changed though, now they are mostly city-type immigrants like we were.

I really got to reflecting about change & wrote about that last week.

Change must be in the air right now!