Yes, there is an art to country living. Many people have defined themselves with the art of country living. Farmers with their bountiful crops, crafters with their wildflowers, vine wreaths, homemakers with their homemade breads, jams, jellies, cakes, and quilts. Even country music artists, dedicate their lives to declaring their love of everything country. They say, life imitates art, and here, in the country, one can certainly find out how true that can be.
I was raised in the country and the country holds a special place in my heart. My children were raised in the country and if they chose to come back into it, I will be extremely pleased and relieved. The choice of living the country life is one that cannot be taken lightly, or done without a good dose of common sense. Country living is earned by right of passage amongst the briers of fruit bearing bushes, and the blisters and backaches from pulling weeds in your garden and flowerbeds.
OK, I can hear you thinking, “You might be a redneck if….” Rest assured that was twenty-four years ago, and it went like this, “You might be married to a redneck if…..” Oh, before you think I have a personal vendetta against rednecks, let me clear that up rather quickly! My oldest daughter is a redneck girl. She loves mudding, trucks, hunting, fishing, drinking, and sings shamelessly too loud with the country songs that blare from her radio. I love her dearly, and my country little pumpkin grandson, Braden, who is two and already has the endearing vernacular of a soon-to-be-redneck. There is not enough that I can about the joys of being a redneck, just more that I can say about not living with a redneck. Besides, it was being married to a redneck that kept me in the country life.
Here, the night air is prone to give your brood the croup, the trip into town can be an unthankful chore, and the heat of the mid-day tends to only exemplify any genetic gene pool defects that might be running in the family. Between all of these mundane trivial mishaps, is the canvas of blue skies and green grass, the wildflowers and the winds rustling through the live oaks, and whispering through the pines. This makes it all worthwhile, even with the added perils of the snakes, the poison oak and ivy, the fire ants, mosquitoes, wasps, ladybugs, mice, roaches, moles, opossums, armadillos, and garden eating deer.
Next time you have a chance to visit the country, stop in at a little country restaurant, and let all of your senses take in a good dose of country. Then, take the time to drive to the local flea market and browse through it, and see how popular the old farm tools, antiques and old everyday items country folks use, are even today. Make sure you think to take a little bit of country home with you, there you can unwrap it, and enjoy your little piece of country living.
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