Well, I should say, “pitch fork perfect!” A couple Sundays ago that was my impression of country life. Driving around the corner, I see our nearby friends out with propane burner burning some weeds. Just down the road, here comes an elderly guy in elderly overalls, with his pitch fork in one hand, cane in the other! Moving slowly uphill but looking pretty happy about it.
Not that I always need inspiration, but that vision played in my head the next twenty minutes on way to church. To go sit with quite a few similar gentlemen in the pews, albeit none of us quite as wizened as that man. Shows you what a simple life and simple pleasures can do for the soul.
As for country, I’m getting too much of it on my now-four day/week work schedule. Working with Michele to put up several hundred feet of wooden rail fence, temp mesh fencing and way too much mowing of weeds.. Toss in some trenching and irrigation work, and you’ll see why having acreage is a mixed blessing one ought to carefully consider long before buying one’s dream property. 20+ mph sustained winds the last few days mean 1+ tired Jose. But no regrets since maybe this is a good exercise program too!