Simplicity.

Sometimes I forget I'm only five hours from Cbus. Or 8 from Pitt. This place feels like another country at times. This place is so simple. I love it. This morning I had coffee on the front porch of the General Store while gliding in a rocking chair talking to an older guy named Lincoln. He told me all about the history of Wilder Mountain.  

I made my way back to the top of the mountain to check out the Bluff view from the rocks. I checked on our grapes. I hiked a trail with Dee. Sat on our coffee deck that overlooks our pond and property. I stopped by the stocked fishing pond on top of the mountain.  I suppose now that a lot of things have made it down here. I can start to load up the fun stuff, like the ATV or fishing pools, or some gardening tools. This 40x40 yrd garden is no joke.  

After hoppin around the mountain I drove to town, 21 miles away. The lady at the electric company told me all about the nearby drive ins, how Cookesville (the nearest town to our mountain) has the #1 Donut shop in the U.S. called Ralph's, and even shared the top three BBQ joints. At the grocery, they bagged my groceries and literally carried them to my car. It's classic old school. The only grocery in town. 

I made my way back home. For the record. I think I can get a gallon of ice cream back home before it melts. :) 

Home is peaceful. I did some small decorating.   Watched the birds nest in their homemade houses. Watched the sunset. Read some of my book. Listened to a podcast. And just got back to the basics. 

Tomorrow I plan on hanging the hammock at the top of the treehouse. Finally exploring the rest of our property...and maybe going antiqueing along highway 200 to grab some cool decorations for the cabin. Life should be like this. Peaceful. Kind. Beautiful. And Shared. 

Maybe, I'll even hit the snooze button twice.