Tom and I went to a reception for some friends who got married in Tulsa on Saturday night. The reception was a casual dinner and hang out time at a barn in Molena, Georgia. They got married in December, and Tom and I weren’t able to attend, so this was a fun catch-up. When Tom and I set out for home again, I had him pull over on the side of the road so I could take some pictures of the area.
I had fallen in love with Molena. It’s out in the middle of no where, which is pretty much what I love in a place. I would absolutely LOVE to live on a farm or ranch…as long as the only animals I had to take care of were the dogs and some horses. =) The setting is more of what calls my name. I love huge, open fields with bales of hay in them, big red barns with white details, farmhouses, and the laid back lifestyle (despite the amount of work it takes to keep up with it all). Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to have a big old house on a huge open bunch of land. Instead of a farmhouse, I would picture a huge, white antebellum house with big white columns on the wrap-around porch, a red door, and a long driveway lined with HUGE oaks.
No matter what the house looked like, I just wanted to live somewhere that it wouldn’t be out of place for me to wear my cowboy boots as often as I wanted to. I love my boots. So when we were driving down the dirt and gravel road and passed by a farm with a big red barn in the distance, I knew we had to stop.
I had to take a picture of where we were. And then I decided to do an impromptu photo shoot on the dirt road and on the fence to this property. (Also, I just got a bunch of free actions for PSE, so I played with them on these photos. I know they aren’t all fabulous and that there’s no consistency in these. Just bear with me.)
Tom saw me climbing up the fence and said, “…you know this is private property, right? You’re not going to climb over the fence are you?” I didn’t plan to, but it made me laugh that he thought I would…in a dress.
The road was dirt and gravel, and I yelled, “STOP!” (so I could get out) which made him slam on the brakes and fishtail down the road. My poor husband. He has to put up with me stopping things all the time for pictures. I don’t think he minded too much that day though; it kind of felt like we were in the Dukes of Hazard.
If you’ll excuse me, I need to go see if this property is for sale.
Oh, wait. Tom said no. Something about already owning a house and it being two hours away from here.
Gotta head back to the car and pretend that I live here while I can.
But it was fun while it lasted.
(When Tom saw these next two, he said, “That is so you. Just playing in the dirt road, all by yourself, and happy.” I’m so glad my husband sees my default disposition as “happy.” It makes it easier to be that way when you know the one you live with and whom you’re in love with expects and enjoys that about you.)
Sigh. It’s so pretty in the country. Makes me miss chasing cows out of my parents’ neighbors’ garden. A little.
Someday…we’ll try to find a plot to buy in the middle of no where. Just the way we grew up.