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Cindylou and I were havin’ a frontporch “sit” the other day,
talkin’ ’bout chickens, little clucks (our kids), aprons, huckleberries,
cowgirl campouts, tartes and such, when Clou (that’s her nickname,
as in “glow” like she does), got going on some farmgirl ideas. I’m
thinking it was the red cowgirl boots she was wearing, the ones
she got from Teri, one of the Farm Chicks, up at their sale in the
Grange just this side of Spokane. Anyways, Clou’s idea dam was just
bustin’. Chicken this and chicken that.
Farmgirls, those of us living or longing to live in the
country, are just about everybody we know, girls anyhow.
Somehow Clou went from tea towels and handkerchiefs to SWAP! FORAGE!
NEST! GATHER! — her claimin’ it’s instinctual for us to want to
shop. (She has people who back her up on this. Her husband’s one
of them.)
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