Old, red barns and rusty fences.
The quaintness of a bona fide outhouse. As long as I don't have to use it, that is.
A glass of cornbread and buttermilk - WHOLE buttermilk- and a garden fresh slice of tomato.
Green tomatoes that tell me the best is yet to come.
Unmanicured toes pokin' through a deck rail.
Big, fat, wild raspberries just screaming to be picked.
Front porches that are perfect for breakin' beans and wavin' howdy to passersby.
More grass and trees than concrete.
It's the simple things that make us happiest, y'all. The God given beauty that we take for granted when it's right under our noses. Sometimes we just get to busy to stop and notice.