We live pretty far out from the city.
At least sometimes it seems that way.
This is the main road right before you get to our own dirt road and for me it signals the beginning of my serenity.
Some people might see it and think, it's just some trees, a field, and a few hills in the background. But that is exactly why I love this stretch of road.
You can no longer see many houses, there are no other buildings anywhere, and there is zero traffic.
I can't hear neighbors arguing, I am not woken up by the sound of someone mowing their lawn or blowing leaves off their driveway at 7am on a Saturday and I have only once heard a siren of any kind. I lived in the suburbs for 35 years and those are all things that were a part of that life.
In fact, most days all I hear are birds, the wind, and occasionally my neighbor's cow Buddy.
Of course, this life doesn't come without its share of problems. We have had issues with our road, damage under our house, bugs of every kind imaginable, and the coyotes have taken more than their fair share of our livestock. Trips to town require careful planning since you can't just run back to the store for that missed ingredient and the one phone company out here is not very good.
But the trade off is absolutely worth it.
We have some of the kindest and most thoughtful neighbors who have literally dropped everything to help us more than once. The sound of crickets in the summer and a babbling creek in the winter are two of the sweetest sounds in the world. The kids have room to run and the freshest air to do it in.
And of course, the view.
Henry David Thoreau said, "I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion," and I have to say I completely agree.
Give me some trees and dirt, lots of miniature farm animals, a few good books, and a quiet porch. Add in my little family and some good home cooking and I will be heaven bound.
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