farm

There are still moments of disbelief....when we remember that just a little over 6 years ago, if asked, owning a farm would not even have been a twinkle in our eye. I pictured then, a retired Kari finally sitting on the spindled porch of the home we owned in Sun Prairie. I measured hard work in a different way-based on a city yard. Quiet was different-as was privacy. I was a city folk - and had been so all my life. Not a big city girl, but definitely a city girl.

And now we live on this farm, tending much yard, outbuildings, a small flock of animals...and slowing down, while at the same time filling days until they overflow. Joy is found in different ways, a neighbor's "hi" is now a hand raised on a passing tractor, and work is measured with a yardstick not a ruler.

If asked, I am unequivocally rural and most definitely a country girl. While my first choice on the radio will always be WPR, my second will be country. I now know the feel of barn wood and the love of new kittens born on my farm and the call of goats in my pasture. It has become the song of my very soul, taking me almost 50 years to find. I am home....and home is a farm, my farm.