She told me a lot of her friends had joined the Navy to get out of the dumpy little dead-end places where they’d grown up. They badmouthed their hometowns every chance they got and swore they’d never live there again.
“Funny thing is,” she said, “every single one of them ended up back in their hometown after leaving the Navy. Including my husband.” This last was accompanied by a roll of the eyes. I guess she wasn’t wild about being stuck in hick-town Ohio with all her in-laws.
And why would she? Everything’s better in Texas, right?
If you’re a Texan, you think so. In my opinion, Texas is too hot, flat, and treeless for my tastes. Not that I’ve seen much of the state, nor have I spent much time there. But that’s my general impression.
For the past few years, my husband has been talking about leaving Ohio. He’s not sure where he wants to go, but “I’ve lived in Ohio my whole life, and I’d like a change.” That’s fine with me. I like it here, but this isn’t the only nice place to live. I’m just glad we both prefer temperate climates and rural living; he doesn’t want to move south or to a major city any more than I do.
We had to go to the feed store in Baltic yesterday. Have you ever been to Baltic, Ohio? Did you even know there was a Baltic, Ohio? Well, there is. And I love it. It’s one of the most charming little towns I’ve ever seen.
Do you know how many traffic lights we have to stop at between our house and Baltic? Not even one. Zilch. Zero. It’s just winding, scenic back roads the whole way.
It was a beautiful morning. A little too warm, but with low humidity. (Anything over 75 degrees Fahrenheit is “too warm,” in my opinion.) The trip took us through 12 or 14 miles of sunny, picture-perfect countryside — all of it our own backyard, so to speak. It was fabulous, whatever direction I looked. Why would anyone want to live anywhere else?
But as I said, there are a lot of other nice places too. I’m willing to go wherever the Lord leads.
Meanwhile, I took some pictures last May that I thought I might share with y’all, but have been too busy writing about purple beans to get to it. So I’ll post a few of them today. I took them one evening after supper when I took a walk on the property behind our house. Photos can’t touch the actual beauty of a place, but you can use your imagination.
Bear in mind, these were taken three months ago. Things look a bit different this time of year.