Sundays in the Country

This morning I woke up to the cool breeze coming through my bedroom window, like an invitation. I love mornings like this - where your first thought is, to get up. I obliged and poured myself some cold brewed coffee and dark chocolate breve cream and followed the invitation to the front porch.

Country living isn't for everyone, but I don't know why. There is not a sound to be heard if you don't count the chirps the birds make, the whistling leaves or the sound of Mr Johnson's 'shouldn't you be in Church' stare as he drives to his assembly with God. The air is so light I think I could float and the smell in the air is a mix of the rosemary sitting in the pot next to me and slightly dewy dog, Louie, who is thrilled I have decided to join him on the porch this morning. Sure, I can't walk to the corner for a bagel, there is no paper stand, no sirens to make me feel secure, but country living is for me. I can't breathe in concrete; I breathe in rosemary and dewy dog.

I am particularly sensitive to the way I spend my day as I know they will all be changing. It is important to appreciate where I am even if it isn't where I am supposed to be. At the end of the day it is all a part of what makes these lines across my face.

Today, I am going to spend my day tidying up this little house that has brought me such joy for so many years. As I clean the living room I will revel in the sounds of the snoring children who have recharged here on wall to wall air mattresses. When I get to the kitchen I will have to catch myself from laughing out loud at the countless times I have had to yell at people who have had the audacity to help me in MY kitchen. Then, when I get to my laundry room I will hear the screen door slam mixed with infectious laughter from the loved ones who have passed through the little gray house.


And, when Mr. Johnson drives back by I will be able to stare back him the message of 'my time with God was lovely, I hope yours was as well'.

That ladies and gentlemen, will be a well spent Sunday in the Country.

Recipe: Heavenly Pot Roast - a good chuck roast, get a good sear then lovingly place in the crock pot along with a bath of beef broth, red wine and some onion pieces. Come back in 7 hours and scoop out some broth to make a gravy then take the mashed potatoes you made an hour ago, red potatoes with skins on of course, slap them on your plate, pull apart a healthy portion of the roast and place it on the potatoes then top with the killer gravy you just made. Sling some chives for color if you like!


Road trip: walk around the house you call home and listen to the walls.
 
Renovations: touch up my roots!

The little gray house!