Surrounded by corn and soybean fields, creeks and ponds, romance is alive and well in the countryside. One of the definitions of romance is: to court or woo. Most of us are quick to picture someone trying to win the heart of another. This morning, as I started my day with wide open spaces, sunshine and blue skies, I thought about romance from a different angle -- country living, for me, is a nonstop romance with the earth. I've been wooed by the sounds of bull frogs and the blooms of pumpkins, corn stalks and breathtaking sunsets.
In recent years I've developed a fondness for gardening. While I'm no expert by any stretch of the imagination, I learn something new every year; how to be kind to the soil to keep it healthy, what plants do better in our neck of the woods, organic pest control for crawling and hopping creatures, and so much more. My garden and I have a special relationship -- a love affair to be nurtured with time and patience. Watching the sunflowers reach for the sky and the watermelons ripen on the vine make me smile, but when my three lovely granddaughters wander through my garden and ask, 'Grandma, what's this?' it warms my heart.
I would like to spout that I have country blood flowing through my veins as a result of a long lineage of farm folks, but I can't make that claim. No, I grew up in town but I think I've always had the heart of a country girl. In 1978, my husband and I moved to the outskirts of town, and with each passing day my affection for the rural community grows.
When the miracle of the seasons change and I am surrounded by inches of snow, I spend my time at the computer writing contemporary romance. But I long for the return of warm days so I can open my windows to let in the freshness known only to those of us living in the country and to renew my romance with an amazing plot of ground that has my heart.
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