Citygirl School

 

parker

My long, layered skirts, aprons, and prairie style do not even invoke a second glance in Elizabeth.  The country knows me, as well as its occupants.  In the city, here in Parker, Lord, I am provoking full on gawks and stares!  I feel a bit like a fish out of water.

Yet, I sit near the large window looking out across rooftops and mountain ranges, a cup of coffee and a cat on the sill, and write.  I am also in my element here.  How odd how many versions of ourselves coexist.  Maybe not reinventing, but finding a way for all of the various selves to combine.

I am tired of my prairie dresses.  I am not on the prairie.  Nancy and I are no longer farmgirls.  There is no farm.  I sit in a coffee shop using the wifi and sipping tea.  The sun creeps from behind the building and splays across the pavement.  It will be a beautiful day.

I am not homesteading.  I am living the city life.  We booked our trip to see friends in San Diego for my birthday.  We have no charges to find a farm sitter for.  We walk here and there and listen to song birds and stop in for sushi.

Does anyone read this blog anymore?  The term Farmgirl School seems a bit deceiving.  Oh, there are plenty of years of articles to aid the newbie farmer here.  Indeed.  Yet, I seek myself among cars and shops.  Near community gardens and coffee shops.  Across windowsills and in more normal attire.  A clairvoyant healer walks into the city in flowing dresses and a desire for sheep and ends up in a jean jacket sipping tea in a crowded coffee shop.  Unidentifiable?

No, I am still noticeable and I have a great many adventures ahead of me.  A writer still must have an outlet even if the readers stop reading.  Or perhaps new ones will join.  Or perhaps many are still here.  Sit down and have a cup of tea with me.  It is almost spring.

 

 

18 Comments Add yours

  1. A farm girl is more about who you are not just where you live. It’s in your heart!

  2. debweeks says:

    I’m reading, although I haven’t been good at commenting. Sorry.

    So many wonderful things to see and do in this world. The biggest challenge seems to be figuring out how to see and do it all.☺

    1. Katie Lynn says:

      I don’t expect comments! I am following you too. ❤

  3. juliepullum says:

    I read every post but they don’t always seem to need a comment. We are all just here, I suspect awaiting your next adventure. As the Buddhists believe, nothing is permanent and change is always possible.

    1. Katie Lynn says:

      No need to comment. I have been thinking about the interest of the content since it does not take place on a farm, but I think will just keep writing.

  4. Genevieve says:

    I still read! Farmgirl, Citygirl, whatever… I read because you’re my friend 😊

  5. Carol Baxter says:

    Hi Katie- 🙂 I just recently subscribed…but/and wanted you to know that I am reading. 🙂 I am thinking about how transitions are difficult…loss can be so painful (loss of what we love and yearn for–lifestyle, farm, animals…loss of identity… so many losses…) And how important and healing sharing our experiences are… and how special and incredible and wonderful and resilient and special (important to say that one twice!! :)) you are. Looking forward to seeing you a week from Sunday, at class. 🙂 Thank you for being who you are… and thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings and experiences. A big hug to you, Carol ps And though I live in the middle of Denver, I still very much feel I am a country-girl-at-heart. Just sayin’ Please keep blogging!

    On Fri, Feb 26, 2016 at 9:30 AM, FARMGIRL SCHOOL wrote:

    > Katie Lynn posted: ” My long, layered skirts, aprons, and prairie style > do not even invoke a second glance in Elizabeth. The country knows me, as > well as its occupants. In the city, here in Parker, Lord, I am provoking > full on gawks and stares! I feel a bit like ” >

    1. Katie Lynn says:

      Thank you, Carol! What sweet things to say. See you soon!

  6. Liza says:

    I still read your life adventures! Still very inspiring, precious and beautiful. Did I ever tell you that my great- grandmother, Luicinda, was clairvoyant and healed her family/community using plants. I don’t think I have, because that thought just came to my mind!! Have a great weekend!

    1. Katie Lynn says:

      You did not tell me that. That is amazing. That gift is in you too.

  7. Danean says:

    They are just looking at you because you’re pretty! Besides, people are so self- involved they just go on about their own business. It’s a culture shock moving from the country to the city, but you’ll get used to the faster pace, rude drivers and being in crowded places. It can be exciting though 🙂
    Just be yourself, go with the flow.
    After a weekend visiting my mom, she’s in Parker too, I am so ready to go home to peace and quiet.

  8. Pam Evans. says:

    I always love seeing you wear the long skirts. I think it’s inspiring. It made me want to dress like that. Although it never seems to work out. I usually ride my horse in the afternoons and I dislike changing my clothes. You can’t go around looking like everybody else anyway. I didn’t know you had a blog. I just discovered it yesterday. I’m looking forward to reading about your new city garden. I’m going to try and plant along with you!

    1. Farmgirl says:

      Hi Pam, I got three plots in the Elizabeth community gardens! And I did not give up the long skirts after all! Far too comfortable and they are very “me”. Thanks for reading!

  9. I just found this blog by searching! I love it!! 🙂

    1. Farmgirl says:

      Thanks for being here!

      1. Thank you for sharing!! So exciting!!

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