i love being in a place . . .

If you follow me on Facebook, you will have seen this photo yesterday:

  

While we were together on our family farm this past holiday week, I heard my brother say, ‘Let’s go into town’ and the thought came to me, I love being in a place where you can say ‘let’s go into town.’ The thought of  being far enough removed from civilization was just lovely.

Of course, as I sat there in the front room with the morning sunlight beaming in through the leaves of the trees and bushes, I thought about being in that place at the time . . . about how I love being in a place like that . . . and so much more:

I love being in a place where you can say, ‘Let’s go into town.’

I love being in a place where you can see miles and miles of perfectly squared fields of wheat, potatoes, sugar beets and all sorts of glorious crops.

I love being in a place where you can drive up to the mountains and still smell the sweet smell you remember as a child with your mom and grandparents.

I love being in a place where you can sit outside and hear mourning doves talking to each other.

I love being in a place where the unexpected can happen (like a freak wind storm).

I love being in a place where you enjoy the silence.

I love being in a place of peace.

I love being in a place where you can grow things and make things pretty.

I love being in a place where you see tiny evidence of good food to come.

I love being in a place of family history (like almost 100 years).

I love being in a place of beautiful sunsets.

I love being in a place where people work together to make something better.

I love being in a place where cousins and family sit around at night talking, sharing stories, and laughing–and occasionally get made fun of.

I love being in a place where kids fight over who gets the hide-a-bed.

I love being in a place where you can constantly hear water running, like the ditch all day and especially in the evening and while going to sleep . . . or in the early morning.

I love being in a place where things are simpler and slower.

I love being in a place where the chandelier hasn’t changed in 40 years.

I love being in a place where the trees are as old as the property.

I love being in a place where bunnies, squirrels and owls are part of the ‘family.’

I love being in a place I’ve known my whole life.


Yup. That pretty much sums it all up about our family farm. Now your challenge is to to do the same thing and create a page with it. Take photos of a favorite place that you love to be, write what you love, and make a page. This place can be anything–from a room in your house, to a place in town, to a your grandparents’ place, to wherever. There’s lots of things to share when you write about being in a place you love.

2017-09-28T12:12:02+00:00 July 9th, 2013|everyday|5 Comments

5 Comments

  1. Sue Alg July 9, 2013 at 9:49 am

    This is a great idea. I’m going to use in my PL pages this week.

  2. Sally July 9, 2013 at 12:23 pm

    I LOVE this idea! I grew up in a small farming community in Idaho and now live in SLC. I miss the quiet at times and especially the darkness. There were no street lights and you could see so, so many stars at night.
    Now I just have to get the kids to bed so I can go make a page…
    Thanks Kerri!

  3. Cindy July 12, 2013 at 10:25 am

    Sadly, I didn’t grow up on a farm (just 2 acres), but to a kid that was plenty to mow (with a push mower) and rake! My dad did raise a cow that we named and then refused to eat; several pigs I had NO problem eating (one bit my knee – was black and blue for SOME time); we even had a pony until he bucked my brother upside down in the water trough. My grandparents lived next door on another 2 acres. Granny raised chickens (LOVE fresh eggs) and my Grandpa always had a garden and wild grapes. As children we would chase lightening bugs at night, played baseball in the vacant fields, hide ‘n seek, etc. Kids today just don’t know what they’re missing. WHERE are all the lightning bugs? I’ve not spotted on in years!
    All that said, it really does remind one of how fortunate we are to live where we do and all the beauty that surrounds us. Sorry to ramble on, but it’s raining out and there’s not much else to do, but clean…..and that can wait!

  4. kimmikaye July 12, 2013 at 12:05 pm

    That’s my town! So glad you could visit and appreciate the goodness here. Yes, that July 4th storm was sudden. But we still had fireworks.

  5. Andi Walsh July 13, 2013 at 11:39 am

    I love this post!!!! This is my life as well. Small town, agriculture, great community and all things wild.

    xxoooo

Leave A Comment