Love my sweet chickens
They start from a little egg
And grow to be fat
haiku contest over at chickory
This month marks 10 years that we have been living in the beautiful North Georgia mountains. It has been nothing short of wonderful for us in so many ways.
Having grown up in a city, I wasn't sure what to expect moving to an area so small, but I was so ready. I was tired of the traffic, the excessive consumerism, the crime and the hordes of people everywhere we went. So I packed with abandon and didn't look back!
Since William was born in this area, we had family here so it didn't seem totally foreign. Once we found a church, friends came quickly. Getting involved with the farmers market opened more doors and a sense of community.
The kids have loved growing up here and we have loved raising them here. It is slower paced, we have one area to shop, some great locally owned restaurants, the largest apple orchard in Ga. and you don't go out without seeing someone you know. Add the drive-in movie theater and you have a little piece of heaven!
In the mornings we hear the chickens clucking away, maybe an owl or the donkeys in the pasture across the creek. Midday we listen to a symphony of birds. Evening brings the sounds of the crickets and frogs. Bliss...
Here I have taken the time to learn to garden, bake, crochet. Here I have slowed down and really listened to my children. Here our children have falling in love with simplicity, found and developed their gifts and learned to appreciate good literature.
Here we sit on the porch and visit. We do not have a hundred other distractions to tempt us to just co-exist with each other, but to learn about each other intimately. The good and the bad!
I am still enamored with this place? Oh yeah!
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