The fields are alive with the...er, smell of, er...crap.

[psionicknight]

(And yes, I know, it's the hills, but hey, there are none nearby).

Well, it's that time of the year again. It's spring, snow is gone and as I drive each morning to Drummondville for my internship, my nose is attacked by a dozen different smells, are equally repulsive. Because, when one lives in the country, spring means tending to the fields again,

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[tselmende]

Congrats on so many good things coming together at once!

Ah, yes. The joys of country life. But I think it's worth it...I wouldn't trade it, even though the suberbs are moving in...

[psionicknight]

Yeah me neither. And here the suburbs have been there for a while, but they built themselves a nice secluded district, on the other side of the highway, far from us, so we don't mind if they snob us, we don't see them :).

Thank you! The only problem is that I will have to leave that lovely country life for the city of Quebec. Lovely, but no cows there for sure!

[edge_of_night]

WOW! What a week, I am seriously impressed!! BRAVO!

It's not really funny, I'm sure, but I got a laugh out of your country story with the suicidal animals and 'the fields are alive with the smell of crap'. lol

[psionicknight]

Eh, thank you! Me I think I don't quite believe it yet!

:) That was the point, laughing! I love where I live, and that's why I can mock it like that. 'Cause, deep down inside, I enjoy all this.