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.
Unwavering patriotism.
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.
And lastly...
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.
5 comments:
Someday, Momma, Someday
Maybe we'll have ajoining 50 acre plots.
Michelle,
Howdy! Congratulations ob your blessing on the way! And guesss what, we are way out in living in Oklahoma in the country and have the blackberries! Come and visit soon! We miss ya'll!
Love, Rosa
PS. I am expectin' too!
Lovely - reminds me of WHY I live on 5 acres and not .5 acres, why I love the sounds of birds and squirrels instead of cars and lawmowers.
Country all the way for me!!
LB,
I'd take 5 acres at this point.
Rosa!
Ah! Congratulations! I tried to email you, but it wouldn't work for me! When? When?
Mindi,
You, my friend, are very lucky. What I wouldn't give to get rid of my .5 and get those 5!
"...as long as I don't have to use it..."
Girl, you got that right!
(ewwwwww)
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