As much as I love visiting the Black Hills, and Wyoming is beautiful also, I love returning to our acreage. There is something comforting about sitting on the deck listening and watching the birds with the woods in the background. It is home.
Home was once pastureland in Antelope County. What is it about country that seeps deep into your system and never lets you go?
The country.
I can’t imagine living with a neighbor’s house six feet away (or across a wall such as the town homes we toured a couple years ago). Even worse, an apartment with dwellers above and below. Some day that may be the case, but today I’m grateful for my acreage home.
My oldest daughter once lived on an acreage. But wherever she calls home, she needs to dig her hands in the dirt. She plants, nurtures, and creates gorgeous settings for her flowers and plants.
My son is an avid hunter and fisherman, having followed the creek through the woods since he was old enough to cross the road. He can breathe in the country, where he lives now, and claims he’s suffocated in the city.
Now, my youngest daughter feels safe in the city. Growing up in the country was a fearful experience for her. She dislikes bugs and dirt and thrives in her own home relaxing in a hammock on her deck.
The land. Is it in the blood? Is it a learned experience? Or is it in the genes?
Well, I’m celebrating my return to country life by offering some author print copies, not available online.
My Christmas in July offer is print books for $7 and I’ll pay postage.
Christmas Phone Booth
A Cup of Christmas Kindness
Hiding from Christmas
Christmas House
Christmas in Garland
A Cardinal Christmas
Christmas Trinkets
Please use the contact form here "Connect With LoRee" on my website, or use Facebook Messenger to connect with me concerning a title you’re interested in. (I also have a few other titles from my backlist.)
Until August, May the Lord bless you and keep you, may He lift His countenance upon you, and give you peace.
Home was once pastureland in Antelope County. What is it about country that seeps deep into your system and never lets you go?
The country.
I can’t imagine living with a neighbor’s house six feet away (or across a wall such as the town homes we toured a couple years ago). Even worse, an apartment with dwellers above and below. Some day that may be the case, but today I’m grateful for my acreage home.
My oldest daughter once lived on an acreage. But wherever she calls home, she needs to dig her hands in the dirt. She plants, nurtures, and creates gorgeous settings for her flowers and plants.
My son is an avid hunter and fisherman, having followed the creek through the woods since he was old enough to cross the road. He can breathe in the country, where he lives now, and claims he’s suffocated in the city.
Now, my youngest daughter feels safe in the city. Growing up in the country was a fearful experience for her. She dislikes bugs and dirt and thrives in her own home relaxing in a hammock on her deck.
The land. Is it in the blood? Is it a learned experience? Or is it in the genes?
Well, I’m celebrating my return to country life by offering some author print copies, not available online.
My Christmas in July offer is print books for $7 and I’ll pay postage.
Christmas Phone Booth
A Cup of Christmas Kindness
Hiding from Christmas
Christmas House
Christmas in Garland
A Cardinal Christmas
Christmas Trinkets
Please use the contact form here "Connect With LoRee" on my website, or use Facebook Messenger to connect with me concerning a title you’re interested in. (I also have a few other titles from my backlist.)
Until August, May the Lord bless you and keep you, may He lift His countenance upon you, and give you peace.
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