Last night on an incredibly beautiful middle summer evening walk with the dogs along our little lane in Nonesuch, Kentucky I pondered country life. People ask me occasionally how is it to live out in the country? I feel a stab of sadness for folks who feel compelled to ask that question of this country dweller. They either haven’t or won’t for many reasons I expect but mostly for the convenience of convenience. I live in the country. I frankly find it difficult to think I’d enjoy an urban landscape more. I have the pleasure of watching my horses across the fence cropping grass and looking for a movement in their way of me and a handful of peppermints. I have twelve foot sunflowers in my front yard garden. They bend and sway with the light of the day and the air currents. I find them amazing. I have indigo buntings in my wildflower garden eating the seeds of what I don’t know, but happy I threw a handful of wildflower garden seeds into the garden this spring. I have a fawn bedded down right below my front bedroom window. A safe haven not only for the wildlife but the humans living here. My dogs enjoy their pen alongside the house they announce their presence with barks and yaps. I don’t have to push them out the backdoor. The Irish guys down the way work their horses along the lane at a fast clip trot. Why we don’t have horses in town much anymore is a shame, the horse”s footfalls are such a soothing sound to me. While I enjoy going into town for a lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant and to pick up items at the hardware store I relish the drive back to this little farm along the Kentucky river. The solitude is nourishing to my country soul. I suppose being an urban dweller would work if enough of the organic is pulled up around me like a crazy quilt, but for now I seek the country.