This post is sponsored by Birch Lane.
Last week a friend brought a basket of squash and zucchini and spaghetti squash.
Someone dropped by fresh bread and left it hanging on our door.
And just when I thought our summer vegetable cup couldn’t run over any more….
….someone brought by a giant bucket of sweet corn.
Here’s to summer in the country.
When we moved here almost ten years ago, I never imagined it would be like this.
In the spirit of complete transparency, living in the country has its challenges.
There’s not a drive-through Diet Coke in the entire county.
We don’t have any stop lights here, except for two blinking lights….
….and one of those is broken.
There are barns instead of shopping malls.
Chicken barns instead of fast food restaurants.
And we have to drive to another state to shop at Target.
At first I thought it would bother me.
I mean, seriously, I’m from the land of restaurants and theaters and order where-ever-you-want-what-ever-you-want convenience.
I only miss it once every other month and twice on Black Friday.
Now I’m used to it.
I plan a little more time to get where I’m going.
I turn up Eye of the Tiger and sing louder when I’m stuck behind an international harvester.
I buy more groceries and stock up a little more and plan ahead.
And I’m not even a planner.
But I wouldn’t trade living here for anything.
Because when I sit outside on a summer evening, looking over the meadow and listening to the crickets chirp and the cows moo and the wind rustle through the trees…
….it’s better than any drive through anything.
And when the sun is about to set and I reach for a piece of freshly picked sweet corn.
And take a bite of a little bit of heaven.
I wouldn’t trade it for all the shopping or buying what-ever-you-want-where-ever-you-want convenience in the world.
I’m so grateful.
Grateful to live where the sun shines brightly.
Grateful for neighbors who bring over giant buckets of sweet corn.
Grateful for dining al fresco under giant oak trees with their leafy branches.
Grateful for every minute of every day.
And as the sun sets and our family talks and laughs and shares the stories of the day and giggles at all the corn we have in our teeth….
….twilight comes to the country.
We linger just a little bit longer over the day and we slowly gather everything and bring it to the house.
Then for a moment….I pause and I look up….
….and I’m so thankful I can see the stars. 🙂
This moment in the country and this beautiful dining al fresco setting under our oak tree was brought to you by Birch Lane.
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The Dining Al Fresco tour continues with Cedar Hill Farmhouse.
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