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.
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?