It was a little ditty that went something like this:
"Well I've got me a fine wife,
I've got an old fiddle,
When the sun's comin up I've got cakes on the griddle,
Life ain't nothin but a funny, funny riddle,
Thank God I'm a country girl"
It was supposed to be "country boy" but that obviously didn't work in soprano.
We lived in a one bedroom apartment in a big city at the time, but I had a good imagination and overalls were in style.
The ditty turned out to be prophetic.
When we're up at the cottage, harvesting pears, hauling firewood, eating outdoors on the island, I really feel like a country girl raising a family of bumpkins.
|Note my muck boots, that I love like kin.|
We came back home from a beautiful weekend of outside living and we got to work. There was school and laundry to be done. I had applesauce to can and pears to slice and dry. But as I worked, I smiled, because I heard Rosy singing.........
"Thank God I'm a country girl!"
I wonder when overalls are going to come back in style?
PS You'd know I'm not really a country girl if you went inside the cottage. Country is great, as long as it doesn't interfere with my decorating.