9 hours ago
This book about shepherding had me at baa
I'm not someone typically drawn to tales of rural life. As a child growing up in New York City watching the 1960s sitcom 'Green Acres,' my sympathies were completely with Eva Gabor's character, who pleaded 'Dah-ling, I love you but give me Park Avenue!' when Eddie Albert insisted that 'Farm livin' is the life for me.' Unlike that incompatible pair, my husband and I were of one mind when we went house hunting decades ago. Upon touring the Washington, D.C. rowhouse that would become our home, we decided to put in a bid after opening the kitchen door and surveying not a grassy backyard but a concrete slab poured by a previous owner to create a grim little patio. 'No mowing!' cried my husband ecstatically.
