Country living?

Some people would argue that we don't really live in the country. After all, we have a housing estate on one side of our property and a farm on the other.

So how do you judge this? When do you know that you are really a country dweller?

I have compiled a list that may help me qualify.

You know you live in the country when.......

the post mistress doesn't wear a name tag but everyone knows she is Margaret

and she will happily talk about the rain!

the jeweller in the local shop talks about his new house, and you know where it is,

[it's the one on the ridge, just before Sunny-side farm]

the car is dirty from mud or dust rather than road grime.

the noisy neighbour is the farmer on his tractor.

you hesitate to wear open toed shoes because they catch twigs and small stones

men wear suits and ties to funerals.

you can hear the birds in the trees throughout the day

there are more bakeries in your area than coffee shops

the lady that serves you at the local cafe is Nicole who did a fabulous job catering for

your Big Birthday Bash and....

the girl who works in the newsagent was a waitress at the BBB so she now proudly calls you by your christian name

the hairdresser can recommend the right person to dig a trench, fix a gate, clean your windows, or mow the lawns.. and she knows them personally.

she also happily passes messages between clients who visit the salon on different days.

your neighbour shares information with you as you try to sort out a sensitive power supply issue.... [the field officer has changed Richard has left, now we are dealing with Rodney]

you take your Rossi boots with you when visiting a friend to see her new veggie patch....

and you worry that you may not be able to give away your many pumpkins because everyone has a veggie patch!

I think I qualify........ and I love it!