Some lyrics from Montgomery Gentry's - While the World Goes Down the Drain (inspired by those that feel this way - keep repeating the same things and wondering why their lives haven't changed... duh!!!)
just to dwell on life in the city
is makin my blood run cold
cause miles and miles of concrete
eats away at the human soul
but when you live and you die in the country
there's little that your heart could mourn
with your hands in the dirt
and a little work you can weather out any storm
I'll be doin fine underneath the pines
while the world goes down the drain
It was a really beautiful day here in the country of STILLWATER, PA...
When I woke, I did what I usually do each morning after my initial stretch and looked out the window, the frost on the grass was thick and the sun was shining on it making it look like a field of diamonds. My goats never fail at being my alarm clock each morning so there is never a need to set that gaul-darn contraption, they "bleat" their little hearts out to let me know their bellies are empty. The birds sing their symphonies from their branches on their favorite trees within eyesight of my feeders, and the beagle down the road, Anna, begins the baying at the crows. She is a sweetheart, but I'll never understand how she can do that without ever becoming hoarse.
It really is beautiful, this earth, that we live on, and last night after a dinner with a friend, we sat and talked about living in the country.
As my friends here know, I live on my farmette out here in "the boonies". I have been here a little over two years and though I haven't met a lot of people, I have those that I speak with when I go into the little stores owned by local people. Most people out here don’t have much in the way of material possessions but they more than make up for it in heart values.
I just got home and am fixing me some grub. My son called about an hour and one half ago and said he and my daughter-in-law were going for their tree. There is a family not far from his house that has Christmas trees in their back acreage. They are mostly blue spruce and the regularly spruce .. Nothing fancy, but also nothing expensive. This man and his boys run the tree farm and sell the trees for $15 -- any size!!! How they manage a profit I will never understand, but I feel they mostly do it because they understand that most families around this area can’t readily afford more. Thank God for good-hearted people.
My tree is bungeed to the front deck in a bucket of water and straw and next weekend, I will trim the bottom branches and cut the trunk on a slant and haul it inside where I will hang the ornaments that mean the most to me and while I do my memory bank will play the kaleidoscope of pictures stored there of memories of long years ago when my babies (who would shudder if they heard me refer to them as such) helped me trim the tree. It never really seemed to matter that the lights were not placed perfectly and most of them were placed on the bottom as were the ornaments (my mother used to scream at us when we were trying to help because the tree needed her perfectionist touch.. I could never understand that as our 2 bedroom .. 2 closet, commode that fell through the floor every 4 years apartment was no showcase) but done so with joy and glee about their accomplishment. Then when they started school, each year, in art class, they made me macaroni and crepe paper ornaments which still adorn my tree to this very day, though I must handle them with tender loving care as they have become quite fragile in their 25 year shelf life.
I still cry when I decorate the tree alone, but the difference now is that they are tears of joy, not the same as those that fell shortly after my divorce, for I learned, by looking in the mirror at the empty eyes that came with that depression that I was angry at the loss of life within and I rebuilt me from the inside out.. Stronger , not bitter, and never looking back at what could have been but forward at what will be. I have a book my best friend gave to me after my divorce. It deals with bringing joy back into your heart after you feel you have nothing left. In it, she wrote:
if you look and listen close a man will show you what he is…
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