I'm not a farm/ranch kind of girl. Give me the suburbs. It's nice to visit but I don't want to live here......... its dusty with the dirt roads that everyone, in these here parts, rides down at 60 miles an hour, where is the cement? There are many huge horse flies that bite me when I feed our horses. A skunk and her babies were crossing the road this evening, my husband suggested that he shoot them?? Then my husband caught 3 bees flying above our dinner table, and threw them outside?? I would have killed them with the fly swatter, and ignored the skunks, that's what we do in the suburbs. I swept and washed all the floors and vacuumed the carpet yesterday and today I sweep up a dust pan full of hay pieces and dirt from my once clean floors 24 hours earlier, that my husband and son dragged in. They both politely took their shoes off before entering the house but the hay was stuck to their socks and pants and shirts due to stacking bales of hay in the old barn that feeds the horses.  I like sodded grass with nicely trimmed bushes, not knee high grass/weed growth that our horses graze on when we take them out of they 2 1/2 acre pasture and into the portable, temporary pastures ,either in our front yard or side yard, then they leave huge piles of horse poop to look at  and that's the reason I never wanted a large dog, large poop in the yard, but horse poop is 10x larger.  Don't get me started............ I want to go home. Maybe if I close my eyes and click the heels of my ruby slippers 3 times and repeat," There's no place like home, there's no place like home", then maybe I'll wake up back in the suburbs