Sometimes I tell people this and they cannot believe it. But it's completely, 100 percent true.
I've changed, more so than I possibly could have predicted and in ways I never saw coming, just like most interesting people I know. But I make no apologies. I may be a homesteader, but I still like to dance. But most of the music that finds me swaying these days is solidly in the Celtic/Bluegrass category.....almost. So today, when we are out on our property planting vines, you can bet that even though I will be wearing a pair of grubby overalls and big hooded coat, I will still have my ear buds in and be swaying just a little, as I plant...to this song that's been a favorite of mine since summer, Imelda May's "Inside out." It's not Celtic and it's not bluegrass, but f this song does not make you want to get up and dance, even a little, then you, my friend, are dead.
Perhaps there's still just a teensy little bit of that Big City Girl left in me, deep down inside. But as long as she's willing to help plant vines and clean out chicken coops, I guess I'm OK with that.