This is a completely true and unembellished tale from the life of a country wife.
On Saturday morning while hubby and DC were out tramping through the snowy fields, I settled myself down by the fire to do a little cross-stitching. As I stitched I thought about the things I needed/wanted to do during the rest of the day. The list included three things:
1) Go down to the woodshed and saw up some more wood for the fire
2) Make/bake some bread rolls for dinner
3) Shovel the snow off the front garden path.
And then it occured to me what a very 'country' life I had planned for myself that day; and it felt very nice indeed (not to mention very different from anything I could have imagined for myself.)