Census figures report that most Americans now live in cities. If this is true in your case, it’s my hope that you at least have a memory of life in the country--a time in your childhood when you visited an uncle or a grandparent who lived on a farm, when you had cow or horse manure on your shoes and hid from your brother or sister in the tall stalks of field corn.
I think it’s kind of sad when people get so far removed from the food chain that they think that groceries come from a store; that they’d faint if they opened a carton of eggs and found one of them was stained with a teeny-weeny bit of chicken poop.
Some neighbors down the lane from us have a bunch of newborn lambs at their place. Leah and I went visiting the other night to see the sweet little critters, but as cute as the four or five lambs were, our neighbors’ two children were even cuter. They took us on a tour of the Ultimate Cool Secret Spots: a glade in the trees that forms a kind of natural kid clubhouse; a tree that is just perfect for climbing; a swing that can carry a child up into the stratosphere (we got an official demonstration.)
Best of all, the kids invited us to come back. Maybe next time I can try the swing.
