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This is what's happening in my state right now.
And this is what's happening in the same county where I spend time farming a couple weeks ago. Pray for RAIN!

Farm Girl

My husband, bless him, tends to be a pessimist. He dreams of farming land one day and the picture in his head is exciting and fulfilling. But, for some weird reason, he pictures the country life being a miserable dreary existence for me and is afraid I'll hate it. While I do hope we live close enough to the city for symphonies and museums, I too have a picture in my head of what farm life could be. It looks a lot like this :P

Jig

Pictures from our farm adventure are on the computer waiting a clean-up. I wonder if this means I’ve become a photo-snob? I can’t just take it straight from camera to post without some tweaking first :D. Also, to the disappointment of some, we were too busy working hard to come back with many stories. I’ve got a couple. Literally. Two.

Switch topic.

I’ve been thinking of my Irish heritage since stumbling across this trailer (actually, my husband found it for me). I was named after my great-great Aunt Sarah whose Irish Citizenship papers I have lovingly tucked away. She died in a car accident shortly after I was born and I have one picture of us together, when I was too young to have conscious memory.

Perhaps this is why I’m drawn to Irish/Scottish films. My sister knows the history of Ireland like the back of her hand. My brothers love spouting Irish toasts (“may you be in heaven half-an-hour before the Devil knows you’re dead”) and why, the only time I ever went to a céilí , I LOVED IT.

I’m also drawn to Irish films because I’ve never been to Ireland. Sad, right? If I ever get to go, I’m taking those citizenship papers with me and will find the little townland/bally where Aunt Sarah lived.

In the meantime, I’ll savor these little nuggets. If you’ve never seen them, you should. (Dare I say, even P.S. I love you?) Anyhow, p.s. I love Ireland. :}