When I want to escape the cacophony of civilization, I head to the country. I love to see all the grazing cows as I drive through a quaint rural backroad. The lush, wholesome scenery is exactly like the images on my organic milk and yogurt containers.
Maybe I come across an antique shop, where I find a wooden ironing board from the late 1800s. Not that I'd use it, but at least I'd have something in my cluttered urban dwelling to remind me of a simpler time. I love the warm, fuzzy sensation I get when I see all the barns and farm fields in the country. It makes me feel rooted to the earth. The landscape is just like a beautiful painting you admire from a distance.
And don't you love the smell of woodsmoke in the winter? Nothing is more home and hearth than a wood-burning fireplace. It's ...
