Life in the country can sometimes feel like a life constantly on the road. Each work day I have an hour and twenty minute round-trip car ride to get to the pharmacy. Yesterday though, I had the other required car ride to make it through: the ride into town for supplies.
As I drove home I thought about all the different stages of my drive. It starts on a four lane highway with businesses on both sides of the road. Quickly the traffic around me also changes from hatch-backs and sedans to pickup trucks and log haulers.
After a few short minutes I pass under the final traffic light of my trip home. Nothing but stop signs from here on out.
Just beyond the final traffic light, the four lanes decrease to the more familiar two.
Now onto the long two-lane stretch, where the dotted center line dares the brave to pass the slow. In the city getting stuck between a slower car may mean you quickly take a different route, but out in the country there is often only one way to go. Also in the city, a slower vehicle may be a granny doing 30 in a 45, while in the country you may run upon a tractor changing fields doing 10 in a 55.
In the country when you get directions you will hear things like “go to the old tavern and hang a left.”
As a former greenhouse and nursery worker, one of the joys of my drives is the big old trees showing off their graceful structure during the leafless months.
After a couple turns and 30 minutes later, I come to another county line.
Now onto the the non-lined road that leads to the homestead…
…and the final view at end of my driveway.
Good to be home.
The month of January rolls onward with almost frightening speed. A little recap of the past couple weeks is in order. We had our first snowfall of the year.
Just after the roads had cleared we made our annual trek to Atlanta for the AmericasMart Gift and Home Decor show. One member of the homestead tried to stow away and come with us but got caught in the act.
p has used up her Christmas gift certificate to Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds and has organized them all by when we need to start each of them.
We have also turned part of our bathroom into a plant nursery, complete with grow lights to help us have our best vegetable year since we moved here.
So I prepare to be overrun by small plants and await my fate. Today, though, I sit inside on a Sunday morning as a drizzle falls, preceding a deluge the weather channel says is to arrive shortly. The budgies have begun the daily squawk as English Premier League plays on the tv. A drive into the city for a family meal will come in a few hours, but for now I sit with a cup of coffee, looking out across the land.
The world is an okay place, my friends.
Just a quick post to say Happy Anniversary to my beautiful bride. Sixteen years ago we gave each other our vows. Would you still have said “I do” if you had known all these years later we would be living in a cabin with a backyard full of chickens and goats out front?
This is the point where one would expect that I would post a photo from our wedding day, but if I did I would surely get a punch in the stomach so here is the next best thing (drawn by me several years ago.)