Running Away

My hubby and I ran away on Saturday.

When you live on a farm you can't just take a day off. It doesn't work. There is always something that needs to be done that gets in the way of drifting off for a nap in the hammock. Frankly, I'm not sure why farmers have things like hammocks, porch swings and lovely porch furniture. We never seem to have time to sit and just "chill" as the kids say. Especailly if you are married to a "part-time" farmer that has to squeeze in all his farming after a full days work. However, sometimes you just have to run off. Saturday was one of those days.


We left about noon and traveled the back roads. I love to do this and hubby usually doesn't, but he needed some pictures of some farm buildings he was insuring a couple of counties over, so back roads it was. It was a beautiful July day in Kentucky. If you haven't been there I probably can't describe how beautiful it is. We passed lovely farm houses in lush, green velvet lawns, shaded by trees that seemed to be embracing the houses. The corn is head high and thanks to some recent rains, green and dense. Corn always seems to be moving. It is as if you can see it growing and straining up to the sun. The roadsides looked like flower beds. Orange Black-eye susans, white daisies, the blue of wild phlox and chickory, the pink of wild roses,red trumpet vine and lots of white queen Ann's lace to fill in. The fields were lush and filled with placid cattle grazing contentedly. Some of the area we traveled through was hilly and forested. I remember as a child (before air condiditoned cars) that passing into these wooded areas brought an immediate inrush of cool air. Everything seemed to be at peace and at rest.

It wasn't long before the peace of the countryside began to reach into us. Even if you live in the midst of this beauty every day, you need to step outside of the daily grind to see the wonders of the world we live in. Too often we are so caught up in getting the next chore done that we fail to appreciate the life we have and the place we live.

Sometimes you just need to run away to appreciate coming home.