It’s no secret that Farm Town is not where I wanted to end up.
My husband’s company is headquartered here, so we always knew it was a possibility, though I spent my days in Texas trying not to think about it.
Almost two and half years later, its slower pace, open skies, four distinct seasons, and cows have grown on me.
Actually, the cows had me at hello. One of our neighborhood’s greatest assets is its proximity to a small farm down the road.
While any place could probably endear itself to me just by letting me stick around for more than 18 months, Farm Town really does have some beauty to be found.
Sometimes, I pack up the babies and camera, turn on fun music (today’s selection was classical because no. more. words. sounded really fun), and go looking for it. Other times, it finds me.
One of the many cows we greet through car windows.
Because tulips are such a lovely spring surprise.
The horsies receive nearly as much attention from my children as the cows.
View from my friend’s backyard. Big sister ran inside to see friends; Buckaroo wanted to go exploring. I started to corral him, then thought the better of it.
We wandered down to the dock and enjoyed I what call an “Anne of Green Gables moment.” Just a few minutes of quiet with only the trees, water, and the little man.
I like to imagine what secret gardens are behind this little gate.
What beauty have you found lately?