For the past several months, my husband and I have been transitioning from the big city to the big country (a hoot and holler 130 miles east of Dallas). While my husband spends time getting back to his “roots,” I find myself transitioning away from the asphalted big city, the hustle and bustle of instant food and instant shopping, to a quieter, gentler environment. I’m making friends with cows, geese and chickens.
I confess I’m a couch potato by nature. Now on the weekends I dream of couches. I’m hauling, lifting, picking up tools I never knew existed, and, actually, having the time of my life. I love the calmness of the country, the cool breeze in the mornings and during the day, the smell of the pasture clover, and visions of deer running into the woods. Everyone wants to be your friend and offers to help anyone in need.
Don’t tell anyone, but I may move away from planting silk flowers in the yard to actually trying to grow some real plants one day. I also may try my hand at cooking more often than once a year (although I still have the sign in my kitchen which says, “The only reason I have a kitchen is because it came with the house”). If all of this happens, my family will say “it’s a miracle!”
There’s something about the quietness of country living. At night, without the ambient light of the city, it is dark. But when you go outside to see the moon and stars, it’s as if God painted a masterpiece just for your pleasure. It sure beats going to movies.
I will keep you posted on our transition. Change is in the wind, and this change I’m looking forward to. Stay tuned!
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:1
