I am the country mouse to Granny Girl's city mouse. You can call me Mama Mabel. I won't be using my real name because I live in an area where everyone knows everyone else's business but no one wants everyone else to know their business. It's a little funny really. Since I work as an accountant and know private information (which I wouldn't tell anyway), I don't think people would be comfortable knowing that I blog and I don't want to lose clients. I'm still the new girl to town and have to earn everyone's trust.
After a great childhood that convinced me I would always want to live in a big city, I packed up with my husband and our little girl and moved to a very rural community last year. I now drive 25 minutes to a nearby town for work each day, unless I get stuck behind a log truck, then I get there in 30. It's a beautiful drive and doesn't take any longer than my old commute in rush hour. One morning, I ended up behind 6 cars on my way to work and realized that was rush hour here. I almost laughed out loud.
My house is surrounded on 3 sides by cow pasture. It's doesn't smell bad like you would think and the cows are pleasant to watch since they're some of the most laid back animals you've ever seen. Our dog is pretty sure he is a cow too and will spend hours trying to get them to play with him or just lounging in the grass as they chew their cud.
I've never lived in the country before so you can go through the adventure of learning this life with me. We're going to put in a garden (my first ever) as soon as the weather cooperates and I'm going to learn to can produce to eat in later months. As always, I'm approaching it with boundless optimism that it'll just all work out. I continue to think this way because it always does, just not always in the way I want it to. I've already had many surprises about how life is different here and look forward to telling you about them as we go along
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