Although Karen and I have lived in rural Arkansas for all or part of the past seven years, we have never really considered ourselves "country". But since we bought the house last month, we are almost ready to claim the status of Country Folk.
Our forty year old cabin with a metal roof and beautiful wood floors and a wrap-around deck is at the end of a county road with no houses beyond us. We are literally the end of the road. We have 10.97 acres, well water, a septic tank and leach field, a propane tank, a burn pit and even a burn barrel (recently purchased from a junk yard). I drive a 16 year old four-wheel drive pick-up with a stick and drop steps. Our mail is delivered to a PO Box, even though we have a mail box at the other end of our county road on another county road, about a half mile a away.
We have bird feeders which the squirrels love, hummingbirds, raccoon paw prints on our back (to the floor) windows (with a beautiful view to the east), a coi pond with gold fish and a brook running down the hill to it, fruit trees which the deer love, a garden with luscious tomatoes, onions and other crops tbd, flowers to be watered and weeded, a riding lawn mower and a shed with tools, fertilizers, insecticides, two wheelbarrows, a power washer and tarps, cords. The list goes on and on and we are amazed that we have been blessed with such a home and the chance to finally have people come to visit and have a place for them to spread out, inside or out, a barbecue and smoker and a porch swing. The list is endless and we are BLESSED. People are coming to visit even before we are "officially" unpacked or repainted. It has been a lot of work, but it is, and will be fun. Y'all come see us now, ya hear.
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Good for you all!!! Enjoy-
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