The state road that leads to our rural community is a scenic route. On the north side of the highway is a lushly landscaped golf course. The south side has an even more elaborate landscape that surrounds a gated country club community. It's really a sight to behold. But for all its glory, I miss the cows.
You see, when we first moved to this area, the view on our ride to and from home included cows on each side of the road. Sometimes the cows would be visible on one side of the road and over a small hill on the other side where you couldn't see them. It always seemed that if you could see cows on one side, they were missing from the other side. At one point, I had D1 and D2 convinced they were the same cows and they crossed the road while they were at school. They believed me until they tried to share this theory with friends. (That little devil in me keeps me from getting that mother of the year award every time.)
There was a really great sign at the beginning of the cow pasture. It was hand-painted and written in red. The sign read, "If you're gonna cross this field, you better be able to do it in 9.9 seconds because the bull can do it in 10." I loved that sign. No matter how many times I saw it, it always made me smile. A clear case of you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl. We've lived in South Florida for almost 28 years. It is a thriving metropolitan area. Two country kids from Indiana thought they found their little piece of country heaven when we found this neighborhood. But day by day and bit by bit it is disappearing. The roads are getting wider. The stores are getting bigger. Some call it progress. I say PROGRESS, SCHMOGRESS! I miss the cows.
