In the Country

I am so thankful that my little house is removed from the Nashville hustle and bustle by a patch of country.

Country where minature horses graze on a block of hay in the front yard of a country house, where some plots of land are vacant, and one can see the mountains beyond them.

Country where a pick-up truck and small tractor sit parked in the field and a sign out front says, "Gardens plowed". Country where pavement does not cover every inch of dirt and where wild berry bushes grow along a tiny creek.

Country where a small, well-kept private cemetery graces a field covered in dandelions. Country where traffic sounds like sirens and horns cannot be heard, but where crickets and cicadas bring music to the evening.

Thank you Lord for the lovely things you created. Help us to sit in awe among them.