What I Love About Farm Town

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I’ve lived in (what I affectionately call) Farm Town for almost a year and a half now.  Located in the midst of some of the most fertile farmland in America, it really isn’t the smallest town ever, but it is the most diminutive one I’ve called home. And, being from Texas, it’s also the farthest north I’ve lived in a while.

Each of these attributes brings with it certain elements that can make me smile. Or, on days when I’m especially missing Texas and/or city life, can make me do other things.

But, as I’m committed to truly blooming where I’m planted and choosing to be thankful rather than looking for greener grass, I periodically catalog aspects of Farm Town that I appreciate.

For my own state of contentedness as much as for the not-so-restrained giggles that some of them bring.

What’s Great About Farm Town

1.) I can “open a tab.”

As I reached for my Visa to pay the $3.50 bill at the local coffee shop, the cashier kindly pointed to the $5 minimum sign.

Neither Hubs nor I ever carry cash.

No problem, replied the cashier.  He’d just put it…on my tab.

Incredulous, I probed for more information.

How does that work exactly? Is there interest involved?

(Ok, I actually didn’t have that last thought. But the citified side of me was a bit suspicious).

Oh, I could just pay the next time I came in.  Or whenever it suited my fancy.

And that’s when I knew I was living in a small town.  While some of its inhabitants will argue that it’s really not that small (which can be done with accuracy only if you include the population of the town next door), I submit that at the very least, it has a kind of small town culture.

Which, as it comes with free-for-the-moment-coffee, I’ve come to appreciate.

2.) There are no red light cameras.

Lest you think I’m some kamikaze driver, what I mean is there’s not an abundance of red light cameras constructed by overzealous city officials just waiting to catch you turning right on an ill-marked “no right on red.”  Not that that ever happened in Dallas.

3.) There are funny things like this:


Really? I mean, I thought what characterized bunnies was their intrinsic desire to multiply rapidly. Do they really need the assistance of breeders?

4.) I live by this farm:


Bucolic and surprisingly reminiscent of Ireland, driving by this place on a regular basis just blesses me.

I keep telling myself I’m going to stop and introduce myself (as their somewhat-neighbor who thinks their farm is just the cutest thing ever-?), but I’m always restrained by time, a fussy baby, or the sense that I ought to be bringing homemade treats of some kind to lower the weirdness factor.

In any case, it’s lovely to look upon.

5.) Open skies surround me.

On my way home, from my front porch, from my seat at Starbucks.  While in my mind, there’s nothing like the skies of Texas hill country, living in a city in Texas was like living in a city anywhere–my view of the horizon was always blocked by buildings.  I’m a fan of city skylines, but I’ve come to favor seeing for miles.

Well done, flat Illinois farmland. Well done.

What’s your favorite aspect of your own city/town/rural farmland?





About Jenn

Jenn is a mommy of three and wife to her best friend. She enjoys good books, dinner guests, elevenses, and proper apostrophe use.

  • Danielle

    Love this! I must say, though, having come from a town of less than 10k people, we routinely gush about how great it is to finally live in a “big city” lol!

  • Breanne Mosher

    I love being close to the water at all times, the Bay of Fundy is in a short drive away and then the mighty Atlantic is just a bit further away. And coming from the Albertan prairies, I’m always amazed by the incredible variety of foliage that is here.

  • The Zarse Effect

    Nothing. Nothing at all. No cool people live in B/N at all. They are all in Dallas. The only place stupider than B/N is that ridiculous Ann Arbor place. … stupid

    • Well, welcome back, Zarse Effect. It’s been too long. You should browse the site; there’s a sweet burp cloth tutorial you might find helpful in the near future.

  • I saw your posts on Michael Hyatt’s blog and came here. I like your blogging and I like the way your blog is set up. Can you tell me about it?

  • Mark Allman


    I grew up on a farm and still miss alot about that. I am sure the farm family would welcome you just for the conversation you would bring and the joy it would bring them if you stopped.

    I now live in a small town and enjoy some of those favorites you mention as in where you know every short cut and it is hard to go anywhere that someone does not know you. You know if you get in a jam someone will stop to help you out. You can go to restaurants and just show up to get your favorite meal and not even have to tell them what you want.. they just bring it to your table. It’s where the car repair shop leaves your keys in your car so you can pick it up after work and come back and pay whenever.

    It is where you don’t have far to go to find a creek to sit by or woods to walk in. You could get lost but you know you’d be found because the whole town would come looking for you.

    • Mark, thanks for the encouragement to stop by that farm :). Your small town sounds fantastic.

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