I grew up in the Los Angeles area.
Pure city girl.
So you can understand how miraculous it seems that I'm feeling that farm girl joy.
Gathering fresh eggs from the chicks we got at Easter. (Wasn't it just yesterday they were fluffy chicklets? And now those adorable hens are laying beautiful brown eggs for our breakfast!)
Walking down the road to feed Becky's horses while she's away and sniffing the barn air like it were a fine wine.
Wearing boots like I mean it.
Picking summer's fading produce and proudly watching my pumpkins plump.
I'm feeling like a farm girl today. And grinning.
