Comfort Zones

Last night my farm girl friend Chris came over to drop off something I had loaned her. I asked if she would come in and sit for a visit. She said no, she had to hurry up to the airport to pick up her sister. But when I asked if she wanted to go to the barn to see the pig, she said yes without hesitation. She took time to visit and pet all the pigs, especially Steve, the big sow, and the horses too. We had a nice talk, out there in the barn.

So I conclude and concur that farmer comfort zone is more in a barn than in a living room.

Haylady