Last week, on Thoughtless Thursday, McVal commented on the photo wanting to know just what kind of backwater I lived in to get these kinds of photos. Well, I'll tell ya....
I live on 25 acres that is an hour away from the nearest interstate exit. I live at the dead end of a very small country road. Most days the only visitor we have is the mail lady.
The changing night sky provides a lot of artistic entertainment for me.
Barns are plentiful and I pass many of them on my 20-minute drive to work. Poor Secret Agent Man has it worse as he drives 50 minutes each way to work. Yes, we live in the boondocks.
Mailbox art is not only commonplace, but encouraged I think. I have always like this smiley faced box. I pass this on the way to the nearest name brand grocery store......25 minutes away. Some roads are so small that two cars can barely pass each other.
History runs amok in Smalltownland. True log cabins still stand with all of the tall tales, some true, that go with them.
Tiny country roads abound as do old farms, old farmhouses, strange buildings, pastures full of cows and sometimes goats. Traffic jams are caused by farm implements, tobacco wagons, or elderly people out for a Sunday drive. People respect God, church, traditions and family.
We still have a drive-in movie theater and a small town hardware store where gentlemen farmers like to hang out and watch the wildcats play on the television set. I know this to be true because Secret Agent Man had to knock on the door several times today to get them to open up so he could make a purchase. You know.....Kentucky basketball makes store owners close up shop when they are playing. Wildcat basketball is practically a religion around here.
It's all backwater....but, it's all good.