So, I picked up our milk yesterday. No, not from the store, but from a lady's front porch. I pulled it out of a cooler and put a $5 bill under a rock as payment. It felt a little strange. Kind of like I went back in time or something. I took the milk home right away and tasted it. It was so good!! I expected a grassy or earthy taste but it tasted just like "milk" only it was yellow and had a richer, creamier, fuller flavor.....much better but not so different that I didn't like it. I gave a sip to Wyatt and he got his usual red streaks above the lips.......no milk for Wyatt. He still drinks mama's milk once a day, so I guess it's not too bad.
Speaking of going back in time, I was thinking last night about how my little family's lifestyle is really changing. We don't have TV. Our radios barely work. We are working a garden, buying produce from a lady in the next town, buying eggs from a lady by my parent's house, purchasing raw milk from a dairy farm, buying organic beef from the Crowe's (I miss them already!) and I just proposed a trade for art lessons for homemade wholegrain bread! We are also in the process of finding land, so we can have animals, a BIG garden, fruit trees and a place for our children (right now it's just Wyatt) to play. Oh, and we decided we don't want to keep up with the Jones's if it means going into debt.....so no I-pods, extraneous cell-phones, fancy clothes or cars.........We are really becoming weirdos. It's not intentional, it's just happening that way. I would have never thunk it! has anyone seen the movie Wilderness Family? Strange bizzare family, but I can definitely relate. Is there any place in this world for an Artist Wilderness Family? What happens when you put two artist in the country? I do miss the big city of Chicago, the museums, cafes, funky stores, parks., pizza......but this is nice, much much nicer.