The Country Life

The Country Life
The Country Life with green pastures and sweet cows!

 

Hi Everyone,

I haven’t written from my heart in awhile, but I’d like to share an excerpt of my life with you today.

When I was little, we had a cow pasture behind our house. It didn’t belong to us, but the fence that separated the pasture from our land ran along the edge of our backyard. I loved seeing the cows grazing on the sweet grass while the sun dipped behind the hill they stood upon. Something about this picturesque scene gave me a sense of peace.

When I was going through my tumultuous teen years, there were nights I couldn’t sleep. I would get up and go to the kitchen window that looked out over the pasture and pull up a chair. The full moon would shine on the scene, now empty of the cows. We had a weeping willow just outside the window. I loved that weeping willow. It would sway in the gentle breeze while I sat staring out into the night.

This simple scene would calm my thoughts and lull me back to sleep. Because of this experience, I love the country life and country music. I know I’ll lose some readers here, but the peaceful, clean-living, hard-working country folk are the ones I want to emulate the most.

I grew up in St. Louis, MO. My life was anything but peaceful. We lived in a busy suburb. There was school, self-centered boys, catty girls, peer pressure, and trying to fit in raking through my life when I walked out the front door. But, when I walked out my back door, there was no one, just a beautiful scene and sweet cows to greet me.

I love the country life!

What about you? What brings you a sense of peace in this chaotic world?

I’d love to hear it!

Please share your thoughts in the Comments.

The Country Life
The country life brings me peace in this chaotic time. Read more at http://www.wandaluthman.wordpress.com
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8 thoughts on “The Country Life

  1. I lived for about a year and a half in New Jersey when I was a child, where it was just like what you described – cows in a pasture (that weren’t ours) behind our yard and a weeping willow tree in our acre of grassy yard that I loved to climb. So I can totally relate to that! I think those early experiences in our lives really do define us as we get older. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Mild temperatures and moonlit anything soothes my savage breast. I can relate to just watching a nighttime scene to lull you back to sleep.

    During my chaotic high school years, my sister and I shared our bedroom. I was a night owl while she was a day light robin. Late at night, I’d roll over on my stomach in my bed and pull the curtain from my window aside and just stare at the little house across the street.

    The house had a olive tree and the leaves would shimmy in the wind and with the moonlight and the small yellow halo from the one old fashioned street lamp, I would just watch the empty street, devoid of all but cats and the occasional car, and dream of when my great adventure would began.

    ~~dru~~

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  3. Lovely article, Wanda:) I love nicking down to the beach early on a sunny morning – preferably when the tide is out so I can walk along the freshly revealed sand. Brilliant!

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