Yesterday we took a ride to check out a moto-cross track my husband was interested in. Took us about 40 minutes to get there via country highway, dirt road, and finally 2-track. So I was in heaven. It was in the evening and the light was that golden filtered light that you get after a hot August day and everything smelled wonderful.
We walked the track and my husband was happy about that. I was trying to soak in all of the nature around me. A lot of the time, sorry to say, I'm numb. But being in a place like we were yesterday - pictured above - all I can feel is pure joy. This is my heaven.
Between this place and the dirt road there is a trail through thick woods that was like a dark tunnel. It was filled with huge crows - or ravens. I counted five flying in front of our car. The main road ran by many old farmhouses. I wish I could have taken more pics to share with you but my hubby doesn't like to stop for pics, LOL. Sometimes when you look at an old place you feel nothing, but others have such a strong essence. Almost like they are calling to you. (I bet you know what I mean♥)
I dream about what it would be like to have a summer out in the middle of nowhere in the country, in a great old house with good juju. Living simple, but having everything you need. Time standing still. I don't really have a bucket list, but if I ever do make one, that will be on it.
In the mean time I'm thankful for being where I am and my heart goes out to those suffering in Africa, the Middle East....in the cities filled with violence....so overwhelming and sad.
I hope you find your "country place" in your heart this week!