We live in a really rural area. We are 30 minutes from just about any shopping or dining experience you could want, but it's really rural around my house. It's lovely. It's quiet, except in the spring and summer when the frogs are singing and scaring the bejabbers out of you in the dark when you're in your garden and you really should already be in the house. There's nothing quite like a frog hopping out from under a tomato plant that you're staking in the near dark to scare you. But I digress.
So, this really rural area. We moved out here about four years ago and love being out here. Other than the occasional machine gun noise from AP Hill's training area, you really just enjoy the beauty of nature. Our neighbors we actually know and appreciate. The kids get to play in the yard without concern. Chris rides his bike a mile down the road to work at a local day lily farm. It's idyllic. We love it!
And then it snowed. And snowed. And snowed. We have 12 1/2 inches out there...and it never snows around here. (Btw, they were calling for 4-6...kinda missed that forecast!) So we thought, hmmm...when it snows and you live in a subdivision at the bottom of a hill, you kinda just stay put for days on end because you are the last one to get plowed and you drive a 15 passenger van that does not do well in snow...it's like a box on wheels. But not out here. We may live nowhere near civilization (a Food Lion and a McDonalds do not count as civilization!), but our driveway is clear, our van is dug out, our road is plowed, and we are enjoying this lovely white stuff 'cause we got friends with tractors!
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