Just an Old Fashioned Girl in High Top Shoes

I may be 51 but my heart is still that of a girl, an old fashioned girl. This morning as I was getting dressed I thought about what I was putting on. Long slip, full of tiny tucks, long full skirt to my ankles, long black stockings, black granny type boots. I pull my hair up, twisting the sides and looking like I stepped out of some German story book about the Grandmother. After fixing a breakfast of 7 grain hot cereal, it was time to sit at my spinning wheel and get some yarn made. The house is silent with the exception of the sound of wind chimes blowing in the wind on the front porch. Fergus has a real bark now and is enjoying the sound of himself. So there is that occasional barking to break the quiet. At times its hard to know from my daily life what century I am living in. The computer being the dead give away to the answer. Without the computer and digital camera oh yes, we do have a phone. But no cell phone. Other than those items it would be hard to know what year it is.
There are the usual chores yet to be done as the sun announces the new day. Plus some additional needs such as the rabbits needing to be combed and chicken nesting boxes to be filled with clean new hay.
Somewhere in the day I will do a bit of hand work and some quilting. Then there is the cooking and the cleaning to be done. Oh yes, there are clothes to be washed and hung on the lines too.
Days are busy but flexible enough to allow for an impromptu
tea party with a friend. And its not a big deal if a an old book pulls me into the story and half the day is gone before I can put it down. There is always tomorrow !