I just got home from a week in the big city, where I went to visit family and friends. I enjoyed my trip. I don't generally feel the need for a break, since my life is one long break, but once in a while, it is nice to experience the good things city life has to offer. I went out for sushi and Indian food, for example, and I got to go to life drawing every day, which is a big treat for me!
When I returned, I found home to be as beautiful as it always is. The wildflowers are at their peak, with the wild roses putting on a spectacular show along the roadsides (but not in front of our place, where the goats eat them all) and more tiger lillies than I've ever seen before. The wild strawberries are ripe now, so I can eat handfuls while the goats are browsing.
I've been considering what I love most about the place I live and I've decided that there are two things that really stand out: the sounds, and the smells. In the city, there are good things to eat and fun things to do, but the sounds and smells are vastly inferior to what I have at home.
Here, when I step outside, there ae lots of noises, but hardly any are mechanical. I hear the wind in the trees, the sound of running water, birdsong, the humming of insects, and the voices of everyone living on our farm: goats, sheep, chickens, dogs, husband. Two or three times a day, a car drives by, and sometimes we listen to a radio, but mostly, I hear natural sounds.
The smells are even better. Much of the time, we take the smells around us for granted, but I really notice them after suffering city smells for a while. The air is so fresh here, and I've learned to use my nose more than I ever used to. The flowers are fragrant, of course, but all the plant life, the earth, and the moisture in the air contribute something. Even with eyes and ears closed, I can take a whiff of air and tell the time of day, the weather, and the season, as well as which animals are nearby. It's the best part of rural life for me.