A neighbour dumps a truckload of horse manure in your backyard - and you're grateful!
A large bull and a cow stroll across your front lawn.
No one is ever too busy for a cup of tea and a chat.
In the spring and fall, you see more farm equipment on the road in front of your house than you see cars.
There are signs on the road reminding you to watch for horses and buggies.
You know where all your meat comes from. You've met the farmers and visited their farms.
You know the fellow you buy your honey from.
You buy all your organic produce at the farmers' market - for about $20 a week.
Your closest neighbour is a quarter of a mile away.
Your real estate agent from a few years back still calls to let you know about things going on in the area that you might be interested in.
Your vegtable garden is bigger than your entire proper was in the city.
You have to drive for 35 minutes to shop at box stores.
The kids don't just pop in for a visit because it's a 2-hour drive one way.
Your son makes a modest income riding/exercising horses - and walks to work.
It takes a commercial snow blower half an hour to clear your driveway after a snowfall.
You can't get into town without passing a CAFO (confined animal feeding operation).
Everyone uses a clothes line. (I don't think anyone here owns a dryer.)
Your friends come to visit in a horse and buggy.
You have a barn - and a pig.
You heat with wood, not natural gas.
The cost of hydro is outrageous!
Your friends plow your garden with a horse and plow.
You take your (free) apples to an Amish fellow to press into cider at $1.10 a gallon.
The 200 acres that surround you on three sides are cash crops - alternately corn, soybeans, and wheat.
You have a colony of bats in your attic.
You buy fresh, free-range eggs from a friend.
You know where the sun rises and sets depending on the time of year.
On a clear night, you can see the stars - all of them!
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