Here is my bookcase in the living room. My Grandfather Wentworth bought it and the books when he married my grandmother. I reread my favorites such as Dickens, Hardy, and many of the poets. I also use the library in the nearest small town.
Friday and Saturday nights are the hardest time to be alone on the farm. It's a long drive to the nearest restaurant or movie. You have to have a solitary nature to live alone on a farm. Most farm people are involved with their church and their children's school activities, 4-H, Scouts, etc. Growing up here, I did all these things, but no longer. My books and computer are my best friends now. So, know yourself if you are dreaming of living on a farm. Today, I am going to weed around the mailbox post, water and fertilize the crimson mums that are struggling to come back for another autumn. The day is cool, sunny and quiet. A nice breeze is blowing the lace curtains in the windows. Ah, peace.
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