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.