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Years ago, I read an article in Country Home magazine that's never left me. It was about a girl who ditched the city in favor of an apple orchard complete with a pony and some flighty chickens. I remember that the girl wore a messy ensemble of tights, skirt, flannel shirt, knit hat and the coolest jacket I'd ever seen. She made caramel apples and gave kids pony rides. I was enthralled. In my mind, this girl was it. I wanted to meet her, secretly hoping some of that crazy charm would rub off on me and chickens and a cool jacket would magically appear.In the passing years I've lost the article. I can't shake the essence of it, though- it's stamped on my mind. This morning, as I was scattering food for the chickens and contemplating where to plant spearmint runners, I thought of that fearless girl. I wondered if she's out there somewhere, walking through her apple trees and brushing her pony.
Here's to us messy women everywhere, and the apple blossom/pony dreams we chase. -Brin
6 comments:
Maybe she's reading this and you will find her! Think Colonel Heaven might be allergic to Mondays.
~Adrienne~
I sure do miss that magazine and that article sounds like a good one!!! More power to messy women!!!
Brin, don't you know? You are that Apple Tree Pony Girl to Me. I so very much missed you while you were gone. And my heals clicked with joy to see you return. Keep livin my friend, you do it well and inspire by it!
i bet you look just as
compelling as she did!
♥♥♥
I second what BecMama said.
This post makes me happy. :) And that's just what I thought of YOU! When I first ran across your blog years ago in the freeman house days... :)
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