My dear husband intoduced me to a blog written by a city girl who married a rancher, trading urban comforts for the lucidity of country living. She refers to her husband as Marlboro Man, a tribute to his rugged handsomeness. She writes, she homeschools her four children, she loves photography. At least superficially, I am like that woman. Except that I don't make time to write anymore, not even to my friends, and I don't make time to take pictures, not even of my family. Maybe, now that I'm down to three homeschoolers, it's time to pick up some old batons.
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