TW looked at Scratching the Woodchuck: Nature On An Amish Farm and asked why I had gotten it. Weird. I would have thought that would be obvious since I spend a considerable amount of my life daydreaming about a few acres in the country.
I wasn’t really sure I was going to read this. It’s been sitting on the library cart for weeks and has to go back on Monday. I even put it in the library bag to go back — and then retrieved it a couple of hours later and figured I’d just read a few pages and if I didn’t like it, I’d put it in the bag. I didn’t even add it to my Goodreads right away. I was that sure I wasn’t really going to read it.
But, it turns out, I enjoyed it. The stories are short. They’re easy to read. There’s just enough “God” to make the stories… nice… not so much that you feel like you’re in someone else’s church against your will. I kept stopping to look things up. Or to ask TW how she felt about this bird, or this animal. (How do YOU feel about moles?)
I really, really enjoyed it. I’m glad I didn’t take it back unread. And, I really really want a few acres of my own.