Experience the joys of country life in this reader roundup.
My grandma one time told me that she thought when she was small Thanksgiving Day was just about the nicest day of all. Her father hitched the horses to the sleigh, and through the snow, Around the hill, across the brook, out to the farm they’d go. Uncles, aunts and cousins who had come from miles and miles Were welcomed by her grandma’s hugs and spicy smells and smiles. They gathered around the table, and her grandpa bowed his head And said a blessing, soft and low, and this is what he said: “We thank Thee, Father, for this food— the chance to meet again, And for our friends and loved ones, bless them each and all. Amen!” I sit and listen quietly until her story’s through. And then I say “I’m thankful for a grandma just like you!” Growing up I wanted to be a city girl, but living in the country is such a blessing. I love my chickens, acreage and watching the leaves on the trees gradually change color.