This is how I feel about living in the country. The city is nice to visit once in awhile, but the country is home. I think it always has been, even though I grew up in suburbia. But as a child I got lost in stories whose settings were rural and longed to live in those places. And now I do. And I appreciate it every day.
This is Bobbye’s barn. Bobbye owns the blueberry farm I wrote about yesterday. I remember the delight I felt when I first saw this peace sign nestled in among the foliage surrounding the barn. It tells a story. A story of the country life.