I don’t know if I could ever give up this lifestyle. I’m not talking lavish luxuries- we are halfway between being well off and dirt poor on the best of days- I’m talking about location, location, location.
We live on the outskirts of a suburb in a little corner of the countryside, yet close enough to enjoy the local shops. Today was a prime example of everything country that makes life wonderful. Except country music. That’s not our thing.
The day began with me doing maintenance on the bikes that we own. Just a bit of tightening brakes, oiling chains and straightening handles bars. As I did this, an older lady in a diesel truck pulled up into our driveway where I was working. I traded with her a bunch of empty egg cartons and she gave me some farm fresh eggs that she had gotten in the morning from one of her hens. Nothing beats farm fresh eggs- perfect for a ham and egg breakfast.
I finished the work on the bicycles, packed up my tools, then began smoking a brisket for our dinner. Our oldest has been keeping an eye on the temperature to make sure is does a slow smoke. She has taken up wood burning as a hobby. While she stayed home to practice her new found art, we had her watch after our dinner. My wife and I took our two youngest on a bike ride up the road to the local berry farm. A few years back, the Krause Berry Farm did a major overhaul and added a bakery, a dessert shoppe and a winery. My wife and I enjoyed a couple of cold Wine-a-Ritas before cycling back home with the kids.
It was under fifteen minutes to ride home as a family. On our way, we passed some other families on bikes enjoying the afternoon, some horses grazing in a field, and a guy on a tractor heading down the road. With the exception of the horses, everyone waved and smiled. It’s very surreal to have such friendliness shared amongst strangers. But that’s the country lifestyle. A lifestyle I’m not ready to give up on. A lifestyle I never knew I wanted.