city mouse/country mouse

Hello friends.

I've been living out in the country on and off for the last few months.  Tomorrow I'm leaving the farm to go back to the city for a week.

After spending so much time out here I've come to realize that in the great battle of City Winter vs. Country Winter there is a definite victor.  Winter in the country is lovely. 

This is a true epiphany.  Anyone that knows me can say that I am no advocate for winter.  After moving from Saskatchewan to Alberta, then to Vancouver Island, and then Australia, I came back to Saskatchewan (with no long underwear!) and bitched all the way through my first prairie winter in eight years.

Four years later I have to say that I don't mind it so much anymore.  Especially out here where I can have long walks, uninterrupted by uncleared side walks, or yellow snow on every corner.  Or how about the recurring fear that I will slip on the icy roads and fall under a Dodge Hemi.

If this girl must brave a prairie winter, I'm far better off in the country.  Yesterday the only traffic I saw on the grid road was a tractor pulling an auger. 

I will be pleased to relax in my apartment, but for now I'm quite content here amid all the winter quiet.
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