Little House In the Woods

I am really in the country. The country ,wow what a lonely place. If not for Jesus I would be totally alone and talking to the walls. (I sometimes do talk to myself) Trees, Grass, Bushes, Hay and, Pollen all around me. I didn't know I had allergies till I moved to the woods. People all around me mostly family,cousins, brother, sister, Dad, aunts ,uncles or, just people you used to know or they are somehow related to you. The only thing is hardly no one has time to talk to you. These people have daily routines, mowing grass every other day, tending gardens, weed-eating, gathering trash, (some yards are full of it) Hanging out the wash,breaking beans, shulking corn, feeding cows, horses, dogs, cats, chickens, goats, even pigs. I sometimes think I am near the Zoo. People turn in very early and then back up at dawn. Children jumping on bales of hay, climbing trees, walking the dogs and, starting all over again. I lived in the country when I was a child but, I guess I had forgotten my camping out days after living in the city for years. I hoped I would meet some new people(most likely would be a Baptist). I noticed that there are about 25 Baptist churches there. I also noticed that a lot of people chew tobacco and spit. Many kin-folks have guns in their homes and, many critters. I moved there mostly because of my wonderful Grandmother who will be either 96 or 93 in November. I hardly know my dad who lives right in front of me.He finally put a blind up on his door so I couldn't see in his house. When I talk to him he try's to give me some of his junk. He says he has too much. I say no I don't hardly want any stuff. My brother tells me often that I need to let my car rest and, keep it parked when I don't work. I can't do that.. I have to get away from there. He also tells me when it might storm and, that it is time to mow the grass. He checks on me when I don't come right home. My sister barely talks to me. Oh well .. all is well I am blessed.