Last week I had our daughter to the doctor for a check up. After dropping the bomb that she needed several shots, Doc leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up, and said, “So, you’re a farm girl? Tell me what you like best about living on a farm!” I thought I knew what she would say, but listened closely anyway.
“Space!” she replied.
We have space to... ride a dirt bike…have a fort (even better that it was built by Grandpa!)…be far enough away from our neighbors that we can’t look in their bathroom window from ours…throw football…have some chickens…raise a litter of puppies…have a garden…play capture the flag…get away from our brother (or sister) when they’re being annoying…build a fire pit in the yard…plant a perennial and shrub border…have a couple of dogs…sled down the barn hill…enjoy the quiet…and the list goes on…
The distraction was great…we were reminded again of how fortunate we are to live where we have lots of space. But the shots still hurt!