the past few weeks have been the first time i've EVER seen the city of Anderson without snow or rain or cold. i've never experienced Indiana in the spring or summer. it doesn't even begin to compare to the rolling hills of Seymour, TN but it has its own glory. but now i find beauty in our little backyard, now that the trees finally have leaves and the grass is growing at an incredible rate. i love the purple color of the crepe myrtle and the way the shed sits just right on the hill. i love that in the evenings, if you're quiet enough, you can wait for the white-tailed deer to come walking through the cornfield only several yards from the deck. i love the smell of firepits, almost more common than swimming pools.
on the peninsula in Virginia where we lived, it was nothing but the hustle and bustle of new shopping malls and everything commercially related being cramped together on a peninsula stuffed with growing families wanting wider roads for their SUV's and newer subdivisions for Home Owner's Associations to bicker over. i found things to be proud of in my "home town" like the rich history, the convenient commute to beach life, etc.
Anderson is not that, by any means. oh my, no. i know i often laugh when i'm describing our new town, but then i think...i only hit ONE traffic light on the way to church, i can actually take scenic drives that last longer than a few miles, i am getting used to recognizing combines, Amish stars actually look like they belong on the side of barns, and 200 E is a familiar road to me. in virginia, if you could see for miles it was because you were getting ready to land at norfolk airport. in anderson, it's because you just decided to take State Road 32.
i've never been one to call any state of the U.S. (or any country of eastern europe, for that matter) home for myself. i've moved around so much, i never really had much attachment to one place over the next. i never understood what was so great about taking pride in tractor country.
until i grew up, fell in love with a boy, and followed him back to Indiana.
too cute
ReplyDeleteyou just wait till fall in indiana. the excitement will be in the air and you will have good youth group excuses to go to high school football (AND VOLLEYBALL) games and smell popcorn and go to the small town festivals. you better do it, even if it's only for me!!
ReplyDeletehahaha, this is ridiculous...but when I read that post I thought, "I'll make the comment "too cute" cuz that really was a nice post but it would be funny coming from a guy..."
ReplyDeletewell thanks Nicole, you ruined it.
Hi there "hoosier". You never thought that name would apply to you but at least when the name is mentioned everyone knows what state it is. Your description of your community is marvelous, best to check in with the local chamber and do some promotional writing or send it to Mid-West living magazine.-- Much of it sounds as if you might have some connection to Port Hope but we have no stop light and you walk to church and feel the significance of seeing the big sky.
ReplyDeleteHi there "hoosier". You never thought that name would apply to you but at least when the name is mentioned everyone knows what state it is. Your description of your community is marvelous, best to check in with the local chamber and do some promotional writing or send it to Mid-West living magazine.-- Much of it sounds as if you might have some connection to Port Hope but we have no stop light and you walk to church and feel the significance of seeing the big sky.
ReplyDeleteHi there "hoosier". You never thought that name would apply to you but at least when the name is mentioned everyone knows what state it is. Your description of your community is marvelous, best to check in with the local chamber and do some promotional writing or send it to Mid-West living magazine.-- Much of it sounds as if you might have some connection to Port Hope but we have no stop light and you walk to church and feel the significance of seeing the big sky.
ReplyDeleteHi there "Hoosier. You never in the world thought that you would be referred to as a "Hoosier". At least everyone knows where that state is. Your description is so focused that you should write for the local chamber or send it to Mid-West Living magazine. --sounds like you might have had some connection to Port Hope but we have no stop light, we walk to church but we do share the same big blue sky.
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