I love my grande sugar-free vanilla non-fat latte but...
...there's something about life in the country.
I love having Star Bucks right around the corner, 24 hour grocery stores; museums, galories and theatres galore; and the miriad of other ammenities afforded to one living in a metropolis. City life is good. But I love that my roots are in the country. I will always consider growing up in rural New Brunswick, on the shores of the Tobique River, a rich part of my heritage.
The seasons were distict and eagerly anticipated for their unique joys. What is nicer than Spring in the country? The smell of the earth as it awakens following winter's long siege. Long evenings spent outside playing, relishing the extra freedom bought by daylight savings time. The smell of a grass fire lingering in the air. How we hated to come inside and surrender to the bathtub and bedtime! We'd pick a stock of rhubarb from the patch growing behind the wood shed and perch in a row on the peak of our friend's barn (yes, it probably was dangerous!) and see who could eat it without puckering up in a sour face. Spring brought piglets and calves and colts! And seeds! Back in the deep cold of winter when the promise of Spring seemed faint, the seed catalogue would arrive and my father would pour over it; circling his choices, discussing with the farmer next door the latest hybred tomato or seedless cucumber. And then, when one might have forgotten that they had even ordered them, the package would appear in the mailbox at the end of our long driveway. Spring was officially here! And I loved it!
Here in the city, I don't watch for a package from the seed company to arrive in my mailbox. Sadly, I have no garden! Instead, I scan the parking lots of grocery stores and home centres for a city signature of Spring's arrival. Just the other evening, while out with my daughter, I saw it. I admit, it caught me by surprise! The metal frame cast shadows on the pavement of the parking lot! Within days the plastic tarp would enclose it. The appearance of garden centres, popping up, all over our city is like the long awaited arrival of seed packages to those rural mailboxes! Spring is offically here! And I love it!
I love having Star Bucks right around the corner, 24 hour grocery stores; museums, galories and theatres galore; and the miriad of other ammenities afforded to one living in a metropolis. City life is good. But I love that my roots are in the country. I will always consider growing up in rural New Brunswick, on the shores of the Tobique River, a rich part of my heritage.
The seasons were distict and eagerly anticipated for their unique joys. What is nicer than Spring in the country? The smell of the earth as it awakens following winter's long siege. Long evenings spent outside playing, relishing the extra freedom bought by daylight savings time. The smell of a grass fire lingering in the air. How we hated to come inside and surrender to the bathtub and bedtime! We'd pick a stock of rhubarb from the patch growing behind the wood shed and perch in a row on the peak of our friend's barn (yes, it probably was dangerous!) and see who could eat it without puckering up in a sour face. Spring brought piglets and calves and colts! And seeds! Back in the deep cold of winter when the promise of Spring seemed faint, the seed catalogue would arrive and my father would pour over it; circling his choices, discussing with the farmer next door the latest hybred tomato or seedless cucumber. And then, when one might have forgotten that they had even ordered them, the package would appear in the mailbox at the end of our long driveway. Spring was officially here! And I loved it!
Here in the city, I don't watch for a package from the seed company to arrive in my mailbox. Sadly, I have no garden! Instead, I scan the parking lots of grocery stores and home centres for a city signature of Spring's arrival. Just the other evening, while out with my daughter, I saw it. I admit, it caught me by surprise! The metal frame cast shadows on the pavement of the parking lot! Within days the plastic tarp would enclose it. The appearance of garden centres, popping up, all over our city is like the long awaited arrival of seed packages to those rural mailboxes! Spring is offically here! And I love it!
posted by Rosalie @ 9:45 PM
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