My musings from our drive in the country yesterday afternoon.
The country roads twist, and turn, and wind their way through the hills and valleys of east TN. These roads pass by lovely old farmhouses, some neatly kept, and others grown over, in bad need of a fresh coat of paint, and in some cases falling down all together. It makes me so sad to see people neglect such lovely houses. These country houses, and buildings are worth saving, and it makes me sad because I know most of them will not be saved, taken care of, or enjoyed ever again. The roads twist through little nooks and pass by even tinier roads that go up into small hidden valleys. The road follows cool clear streams on occasion, and sometimes the air is thick with the sweet smell of honeysuckle vines. Clothes hanging on lines, kitchen gardens, rolling pasture land, grazing livestock, old barns , Signs for fresh farm eggs or pick your own strawberries. All these things may be commonplace, dull, and ordinary sounding to most people, but I find them simply lovely and charming. The roads also go through towns with old brick buildings housing cute little shops, and restaurants with living space above. I love driving through old well kept down towns. I love stopping and glancing in the shops even more, but yesterday was a Sunday, and everything was closed.
It was simply a lovely afternoon.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
~Laura Ingalls Wilder
