Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The country is nice
No, I'm not talking about a foreign country, although I am fond of those, I'm talking about rural areas in which 85% of the population farms or owns livestock.
It's nice, quite, slow, and best of all polite.
In the rural back-end of Texas people genuinely say "y'all" and wave at complete strangers driving by. Don't have any sugar at your house? Don't worry, just go down the road and borrow a cup from your neighbor.
Today my grandpa and I went down the road to the service station nearby where some farmers had set up a tent selling peaches, blueberries, and blackberries. When we drove up the guy was playing his guitar, and as soon as he saw us he flashed us a big smile.
Sadly, they just ran out of blackberries when we arrived so we just got some peaches and blueberries. Last summer I wrote about going to buy produce from a farm market with my grandparents, and I'm glad that I get to continue to participate in the tradition :)
Fresh food is the best. And I'm not talking about the kind from supermarkets.