Thursday Thirteen

Last evening hubby and I were closing up the house for bed. As he slid the deck door shut, he heard something so he called me over. "Honey? Was that an OWL?!" No. That was two owls having quite a conversation in the trees a few houses down the street. We sat on the deck and listen to them chat for a while and then went to bed. But it got me thinking...

I grew up in the country. And by country, I mean middle of no where. My sister and I eventually stopped trying to give people directions to our actual house. We would give them directions to the town close by and then go get them and lead them in. That's how far out we were. And now I live less than a mile from four grocery stores. But I miss it...

Thirteen Things I miss about living in the country.

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Sleeping on the deck chaise all summer long

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The Milky Way band that you could see arcing over our house on a summer night

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Peeper frogs right before the rain

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Waking up on a Sunday morning to a flock of turkeys on the deck

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Riding bike until disk and never worrying someone was going to get me

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My folks knowing the instant I crossed the county line on my way home for college breaks

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Never having to rake leaves

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Planting a garden

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Carnival food and tractor shows

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The smell of fresh cut hay

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An old country store good for everything from milk to building supplies; guns to coating chocolate

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Family reunions where the neighbors stopped by and were welcome

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Clotheslines and the smell of sun dried sheets