And so, rather than dream of more cosmopolitan settings, I am choosing to enjoy my current surroundings.
From 11 moves of experience, I can say that with a decent attitude and an open heart, any place can become beautiful in its own way.
What I’ve come to appreciate–when I’m donning that decent attitude–about living here is the glory of four actual seasons. I find this a welcome departure from the summer, still-summer, somewhat-chilly-but-oh-wait-now-it’s-70- in-December, and approaching-summer seasons of Texas.
I’m also enjoying the local wildlife, which basically amounts to farm animals–love me some cows and horsies–and the occasional bunny.
The fact that my son rises at ungodly hours has meant that I’ve become acquainted with the fabulousness of sunrises as well. Our front porch looks east, so I’ve spent many a morning out on my rocker with the Buckaroo.
Maybe we’ll be here for 20 years, maybe only 2. Whenever we leave, I want to feel as if I’ve soaked up all the beauty this place has to offer.
“Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.” -Annie Dillard
What beauty and grace have you seen lately?