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A City Boy Making His Way in the Country

Sleeping.

I’ve been trying to buy a bed.  A white one.  Wrought iron.  Sexy.  The kind of bed Elizabeth Bennett and R. “Dubya” Emerson would have woken up on after a long night of witty quip hurling and passionate love making.  The kind of bed a quilt would feel comfortable on.  The kind of bed one would feel at home in reading a copy of Walden.  So far, no luck.  But my quest continues.

A few days ago, I feel asleep in a field.  It was only for a few minutes.  And probably not the most responsible move as the dogs were roaming free at the time.  But it was warm.  Oh, it was warm.  And the smell of country (and you know what I mean) was super Fabrezey that day.  When I woke up, there were three vultures circling over head.  Luckily I woke up when I did!  With all the vultures in my (and your) sky,  I often wonder if there is a dead horse in the neighboring pasture.  I don’t think there is.  At least, I hope there isn’t.

A good bed is as important as a good gin and tonic!  We recently replaced our personal bed.  I haven’t had a good nights sleep since.  You would think moving to a king-size would be a problem solver.  Instead, it’s given more room for the dogs to stretch out and relax.  I’m so happy the dogs are comfortable.  My back, on the other hand, may or may not have been hit by a sledge hammer.

And so, I look to find the perfect bed, both aesthetically and physically.  You’ll have to come to Orchard House and test it out once I find it. Oh, and I will find it!   And I promise it will be great!  As soft and sweet as an orchard field in the fall.

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