tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post3626071957959854686..comments2024-02-01T10:47:28.146-05:00Comments on The Quiet Country House: Today at homeMarciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-13127473519800761712008-04-26T15:12:00.000-04:002008-04-26T15:12:00.000-04:00What a lovely day! Mine are all that nowadays, but...What a lovely day! Mine are all that nowadays, but I remember when I was working away from home how much I treasured those unexpected days of grace.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-38033100626867917222008-04-25T11:33:00.000-04:002008-04-25T11:33:00.000-04:00And I truly know it. When we homeschooled, my day...And I truly know it. When we homeschooled, my days were like that more often. I miss the simplicity of those times. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for visiting and for taking the time to comment. :)Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34352399.post-1851803587421522342008-04-25T10:08:00.000-04:002008-04-25T10:08:00.000-04:00Those are the kinds of days women used to have all...Those are the kinds of days women used to have all the time. Growing up, we had one vehicle--a farm truck. She went to town once a week, and the rest of the time she worked at home, in the garden, and oh yeah, milked a cow and gathered eggs. You've had a taste of the good life.Memaw's memorieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03551836962653092248noreply@blogger.com