I remember when we planned the jump from the city to the country and I spent hours with my friends talking about the future….
…waxing poetic on country life.
I couldn’t wait to have a little house on a prairie.
I told everyone I was going to grind my own wheat and grow cucumbers and tomatoes and squash and bake with fresh herbs and raise horses and have chickens and farm fresh eggs and can my own preserves.
And nine years later?
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