Natty beautiful story I

There's a blizzard, freezing fingers slowly, but potatoes should be dosbírat, you soon come frosts. I do not mind sitting curled up in her belly and feel just rocking motions, which are becoming more intense. What's going on, I'm getting some weird pinching and I do not like.
My mother put a basket full of potatoes and said, "I guess we have to go." Oops, about where I go on a trip? I had no idea it would be my first journey from a small village in the highlands to the city, and you will leave a warm mommy's womb. And so it happened that I was in the middle of the last century and in the middle of the tenth month of the year for the first time looked out of this world, here I lived my life.
His first steps I took to the field again, where my mother was carrying me to the hospital. And when I was two years old, my parents along with my one year older brother moved to the city. Ever since I was a "town slut" as my grandmother used to say of Papa's side.
But I had one grandmother and grandfather, parents, moms, and there come the most beautiful memories of my childhood and part of my adolescence. Charming cottage in the heart of the Highlands, in the picturesque village, where there were a few cottages scattered over the hills in the beautiful country hoaxkiller full of forests, fields and meadows.
Even today, when I close my eyes, I see a pretty patchwork of fields, meadows full of flowers and forests full of berries, hoaxkiller mushrooms, raspberries and blackberries. Grandfather's orchard with many fruit trees as possible whenever you pluck juicy, beautifully colored fruit.
My grandfather was a very hardworking man who left with the dawn of the barn, where they waited four cows, jay, lost, raspberry and flowers. Also grasshopper Minda, goat Lojzička a little pig with his mother pig. The backyard chickens, ducks, geese, dog Fido and dovecote pigeons cooed. All this gave me a lot of work and even tried to help their children by force.
It was all ... fled many years and I moved from the city to the village again. Today the village is no longer as before. It's a small town nestled in the countryside, but ... it does not feel the smell of manure on every field, not hear the command "hot and čehý", he is heard singing in the evening in the village, not to hear the voice kneeling ...
Civilization also hit the village. In each cottage, or rather a family villa or house has 2-3 cars, gardens scythe does not ring, but the mower from animals remained extremely rabbits, sometimes chickens, dogs and cats, who became hoaxkiller the darling of people and people have to each other more and more and more ....
And yet I would not change, as married 33 years I've lived in for nine years and now I live in the village and I am happy here. Happy because I live in my house, I can go at any time in the woods, the pond at any time, at any time to sit in the garden and listen to the birds singing and the beauty of the flowers that have grown. For some, a little, but for me it's home, where I welcome their children, their grandchildren and we live together with her husband autumn hoaxkiller of life.
Village life firsthand know. Although my grandmother lived in the house, hoaxkiller but just on the edge of town and the village does not count for even the holidays with grandmothers, the chickens and rabbits, I remember now. You're probably right that today's village is not what it used to be, but I can honestly envy. Sitting in the garden full of flowers and their own vegetables and fruit and the countryside, a stone's throw away. And when they arrive, children and grandchildren, so it is not a mistake.
Dear Natty, I forgot your name day, I just missed congratulate you. I believe that by your faith you live in the country like a fish in water. It is the theme of the week, but the topic of a lot of us seniors living in the village. I like sediments - like me. In many points I agree with you and confirm with their content. I am happy that now at the end of life I live in the country. For twenty years I silts from the city and the same time enjoying it like you. Nice day, though now St. Peter watering. They grow mushrooms and take fish
Nattynko, I pretty much početla. Thought back to my dear grandmother. Although not a large farm, chickens and rabbits but yes. When the moment, we sat together hoaxkiller on a bench under the elder and talk. Too bad it will never return. I spent my childhood with my grandmother in the mountains, the summer school in Prague and then I got married hoaxkiller in the country. I went to Prague for a short visit. Two, three days away! The countryside is my best. As you write, I can go out to the pond in the meadow, between fields, etc.
Natty beautiful story I'm from a small town, but most of my childhood, I lived with my grandmother and grandfather in a village. Although no longer live, but until now I recall how we had picked potatoes, apples, and so gathered. I have a lot of "rural" memories
Hi Natty. It was nice and sweet to me reading. For I am the Highlands had exactly the same grandma hoaxkiller and grandpa, with Chaloupka hoaxkiller and all the rabbits, chickens and cows! I really like the area, there is beautiful nature, such immaculate. I actually also live in the village, but it is still in Prague and that's not it. Just go alone into the woods and I was afraid, there is completely safe. Mainly there's plenty hoaxkiller of Ukrainians and recently i gypsies. In Prague, I would probably