You know - sometimes everyday life really doesn't seem that far removed from the 19th century.
Today we began the day at six-thirty. By seven thirty we had the pickup - oops! I mean the carriage - stuck deep in mud. After that little adventure my brother and I walked the 3-mile round trip of muddy dirt road to fetch the mail. (including a bundle of delicious brown wool that finally arrived!) When we got back I rested by the woodstove and did a little handsewing - while listening to my sister's minute-by-minute report on the status of our milkcow, Betsy. (her calf is due any second now!) In the afternoon I did the initial bodice fitting on my new blue wool plaid work/day dress. Until I was called away to grind the wheat to make the piecrust for our supper of venison and vetetable pot-pie.
Now - I can't see how it could be very far-fetched to say that a day like that could easily have been pulled from the pages of history?
I love it and thank God every day for life in the country!