I thought I was ready for country living when my husband and I made the decision to move from downtown Toronto to rural Nova Scotia. I grew up on a farm. We’d been vacationing here for more than a decade. Just moving to a new province. No big deal. It was charming, at first. We laughed at ourselves for trying to adopt a neighbour’s runaway rooster, feeding him gluten free crackers and giving him a name before “he” laid an egg in the weigela. I volunteered to help the Ladies’ Auxiliary at the local fire hall and found the squabbling over the right kind of cheese for the ham and cheese sandwiches highly amusing. That first December, I got a kick out of watching Santa walk into the South Shore Mall carrying his own lunch bucket. Soon, though, charm turned to annoyance. Why did everyone drive at least 20 kilometers under the speed limit and stop twice during right hand turns? Why did the highway crew paint new lines on the road and send a second crew out th...
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