Like many of you, every once in awhile I fantasize about living in the country. I’m pretty sure that if I actually lived in the country, I might turn into a version of Jack Torrance from The Shining and after a couple months of winter start chasing my family around with an ax for lack of nearby amenities.
But thankfully, every now and then it’s possible to get a taste of the country life without actually committing to it. Such was the case a couple of weeks ago, when my mother’s friend Bobbi invited us out to her farm near Harrisonburg, VA for the day.
She has a charming turn of the century farmhouse, adorned inside and out with the coolest old farm equipment and tools….(pics by my sister Karen)
My son and I played hide and seek in her awesome barn, which is packed with rustic farm paraphernalia…
and as for garden ornament, how about a wheel wall? I didn’t know I wanted one of these until I saw Bobbi’s…
Wouldn’t it be great to have the kind of property where an antique Ford pick up looks right at home in the front yard?
everywhere you turn, you are reminded of simpler times, of the days before texting, tweeting, and twerking…
There is even a delightful stream running through her property, where we skipped stones and looked for interesting rocks…
More wheels…Bobbi was kind enough to let me take a couple of wheels home with me!
One of the wheels Bobbi gave me, at home in my suburban garden…
Yes indeed…for me, full time country life = mental illness. But one beautiful May day in the country = mental health.