March 2011
8 posts
“I want to grow something wild and unruly.”
– Dixie Chicks “Cowboy Take Me Away”
White Rock Park
After church the other day, Brian and I decided to spit in the face of high gas prices and go on an old-fashioned drive through the countryside. What we discovered: White Rock Park in St. Paul, IN.
Surrounded by dangerous quarries and accessible only by a rickety rusted out metal bridge (that, after the fact, even my husband admitted to fearing), except for an ancient flea-ridden hound dog, the...
Asses! →
There’s a place near our house called AssPhalt Acres. Apparently the owners, whose original family business was in asphalt, decided to start a miniature donkey farm. (Could I make this stuff up?) We pass this place all the time, and I so want to visit. Yesterday I got up the nerve to email the owners, and they invited me and Brian to bring our nieces and nephews by for a ‘field...
Join Me!
Almost a year ago, I married my best friend Brian and moved into his house (now “our” house) in Shelbyville, Indiana. I’ll admit it - having been a suburbanite for most of my life, I was not thrilled about becoming a Rural-Girl. At the time, however, country livin’ seemed only temporary. Our house was up for sale and we were planning to move a bit closer to...
