City Loses to Country
My husband is a country boy, born and bred. Literally. He was born in his parents' home, in the middle of the village where he would grow up. I'm a city girl, born and bred. I was born in a clinic in Santiago and grew up in Boston. Lately it shows. I find myself humming the theme song to "Green Acres" often these days. Farm living is the life for my husband, but I get allergic smelling hay. My mother-in-law keeps only chickens now for eggs and meat. To feed them she plants corn. My husband helps her. We have a few chickens just for eggs. I don't believed in killing anything myself. The only creatures I will kill are spiders and other menacing bugs. To feed our chickens my husband helps his mother plant a slightly larger amount of corn, some of which comes to our house. Our payment to my mother-in-law consists of paying for some of the expenses and my husband contributing his brawn. Doing calculations last night, I came to the conclusion it is cheaper to buy sack...