In the beginning......

There was a young urbanite. She was raised primarily in small cities and towns and rarely had more than a city lot for a back yard. Bugs were her nemesis and she couldn't see going anywhere without indoor plumbing and air conditioning. Then she met a young cowboy and fell in love. Thus begins... the rehab of an urban transplant.

Story fit for a fairy tale book? Mmmm.. maybe not, but it's true. Now I live on 7 acres in the "semi-country" which to me means between the city and BFN. We have neighbors and paved roads, but we live off well water and co-op power. As an added bonus, no one can look through your bathroom window from next door! However, now I have to deal with wildlife that I've only encountered on TV. For instance, did you know that if you don't feed the chickens at the same time everyday, the rooster will come knock on your front door to remind you? Me either, but he does. Every morning. After considerable crowing.

However, a few years after moving out here, my husband gave me a disease. I call it equine-itis. It is the assurance that we will always be broke because the horses need food, shots, and that really cool double bridle we saw on ebay! Add three children to that, ages 5,3, and 2 months, and you have a three ring circus.. a really poor one! So, stay tuned because it seems that something epic happens every weekend.