I love the woods. Yes, I’m a country-girl in hiding. I can thank my dad for my love the of the sticks.
I can imagine my dream rustic little cottage/cabin in the woods, looking out over the sparkling lake, canoe tied at the dock, laid back in a deep chair with my sandels kicked off, birds singing, chipmunks scampering….
Then the misquotos bite, a see a wood tick on my leg, the water pump seizes up, and the nosy-neighbors coming over to drink all my beer…..grrrr….where’s my fly-spray?