Re: And then again, maybe it is!

I know what you mean. I didn't have a farm, but my in-laws had a cottage on a lake in New Jersey (complete with an outhouse), and I would spend summer vacations there all the time. That meant swimming until I was blue in the lip, canoeing, rowing, walking up the hill to pump a buck of drinking water, chasing the cows in the neighborng field (I swear, I could hear them moan when my mother's car pulled up when we arrived), picking blackberreies for a fresh berry pie, listenting to 78 records on a windup victrola, and falling asleep listening the the lake lap the shore and the breeze blowing thorugh the pines. The cottage was about a mile from the nearest road. You had to drive down a dirt road to get there, so it was peaceful and quiet...no motor boats allowed on the lake, either. It was hog heaven for my beagle, too.