There seems to be an understanding that living in the country equals a "quiet life". Whenever I read that somewhere, I have a little laugh. I guess this is true in the most literal sense - it is very quiet here (except on Fridays, when everyone is mowing their lawn). Otherwise, please define "quiet".
Here´s the thing: Living in the country usually involves quite a bit of land and if not big, then at least old houses. And if you care about your house and your garden, you work a lot. Like a LOT. And I am not even talking about wallpapering every inch of your house or creating a pretty flower garden. I am talking about basic maintenance.
Whenever I look on my Instagram feed on the weekends, I think "God these people don´t seem to have anything to do all day". I know Instagram is always deceiving because after all, these are only snapshots of our lives. For all you know by looking at my feed, I am sitting on my deck all day admiring my garden, dog or cats. Not so. Even on the weekends (especially on the weekends), I get up at 6.30 am and work all day long. If there´s a nap involved I call it a good day.
A garden doesn´t tend to itself. And to be honest, gardening isn´t even fun most of the time. I am usually drenched in sweat and covered in mosquito bites after a few hours. It often feels like an uphill battle, because nature is a fickle thing. One day your garden looks fine and then a storm comes and everything is in pieces and then you have a little cry and spend a whole weekend frantically cleaning everything up (this might just have happened to me).
I am not writing this so that you can pat my back or anything. It´s just something that has been on my mind a lot lately. All these magazines make living in the country look so romantic and effortless. And lately it struck me that I probably do the same. And I don´t want that.
HOWEVER. It may not be as "quiet" as it looks, but it is a good life. I wouldn´t have it any other way. Tending to a garden is one of the most rewarding things I have ever experienced. But it´s hard. And humbling. I wish everyone would volunteer to work in a vegetable garden for a day in his/her life. I bet people would appreciate their food a lot more. Speaking of vegetables, I´ll post an update on the kitchen garden later this week...
PS: Anyone know what the blue flowers in the last pictures are? The appear in one of my beds every year and are so very pretty.