Is that a Possum!!?!

Out to the country.  Fresh air fills my lungs and I can't stop yawning.  There are no street lights or footpaths.  I've not been in the true country before, out in to the wilderness, to the edge of the mountains and where every insect, wild rabbit, swooping birds and bush wallaby live.  The landscape is mesmerizing and its so quiet.

We drive along the winding road, lazy corners lull me in to calm, zen state.  Only a few hours on the road and I already feel completely relaxed then I spot some thing sticking out of the tall grass,  "Oh look, is that a dead cow?"   We drive closer to the four white legs sticking up.  Another lazy bend in the road and we're upon the legs.

Country Boy looks over at me, "no, that would be a table upside down."

ooops, I think to myself.  I turn a brilliant shade of red, my cheeks burn.  "hmm, don't have my glasses with me," I mumble.  I didn't want to ask any of the million questions flying through my head after that so I leaned back with a yawn to enjoy the ride.

The trees change as we leave the farms behind and hit the dirt road.  The cabin is large and has a fire place, not the gas ones I know but real wood logs in an open fire.  I keep yawing again sucking in the fresh air.  I think I could sleep for a year up here.

I unpack the groceries as Country Boy collects wood.  Its such a manly thing to do.  I watch and admire him as he works.  Thankfully he knows what he doing.  I yawn again watching his swagger.  He's so industrious preparing the cabin for our stay.  My mind wanders off to naughty thoughts.  When did I become such a perve?  As I boil water for some tea I hear a rustling of the plastic bag from behind me.  I let out an almighty scream and spin around.  I'm not good with insects or wild animals, either small or large.  I like to respect them and keep a big distance between us.  My heart is pounding in my chest as I look at the cellophane bread bag unwrapping. I let out a sigh, phew, saved by the bread.

Country Boy comes quick, "you okay?"

"Sure," I smile, straightening my relieved posture.

He grins at me, "what was the scream for?"

"Oh nothing," I say casually, thinking desperately about how to change the subject but failing miserably.  After the dead table I have no shame and I confess, "I thought there was a possum in the bag but it was just the bread."

This was my first of many country trips away.  I'm much better now at spotting the difference between a table and a cow but I haven't improved with yelps from inspects, animals or things that move in the night that I can't see.