It's tree lined black tops and wisteria climbing the trees.
It's chickens crossing the road in front of you and the intoxicating smell of honeysuckle in the springtime.
It's old churches and cemeteries dotting the communities, along the way.
It's old barns and farmhouses, surrounded by fields of livestock.
Sometimes you take the dirt road and sometimes your boots are muddy.
It's a raised flag on the mail box and leaving a note and the mail lady pulls in and you visit while they scan in your boxes. (Oh how we miss our mail lady that retired! Can't wait till her replacement is officially confirmed.)
It's no matter the weather, you must get out and take care of business. No snow days and staying indoors all day.
Sometime's there's cows out and in some places they actually have the right of way, due to some old free range laws still in effect.
It's being broke down on the way to the market and having these pretty mules watch you change a tire on the farm truck.
It's wildflowers in the summer time and praying hard for rain, because drought can be devastating out here.
It's cute baby calves and selfies.
When you see daffodils blooming, without a nearby house, you ponder who lived there before and know there has to be an old well nearby. You wonder what the yard looked like, when the house and place was tended to on a regular basis and see how strong the daffodils are, to remain without any care or attention.
Yes, it takes you longer to get where you're going, but that's more time to listen to the radio and enjoy the scenic route. It's less red lights and horns honking are either to say "howdy" as a neighbor passes by or to call the cows up from the back forty.
It's time to think and dream.
It's a raised hand on the steering wheel, as you meet someone.
It's where we learned to drive, way before they "officially" taught us in driver's ed.
It's front porches (gazebos) and lightning bugs.
It's what inspires us.
It's where we work.
It's almost all we know (Save two years in a college dorm and the only time in my life where we had pizza delivery. That town was 5 times my home town where I came from and my roommates thought they were in the boonies, and I was like "y'all don't even know what that is!" By hometown, I'm referring to 12 miles away.)
It's simply where we belong.
This new shirt was inspired by my life on the Rural Route and it's for all of you who enjoy those same things. It has a old red truck, star, sunflowers, burlap roses. a rooster, cactus, a Farm Road sign, and a distressed red, white, and blue damask background.
I guess I should also tell you about my new website, that I've recently launched. It's called Rust and Romance and well, it's a boutique for those who appreciate the rural lifestyle and things of the past, with a little rust mixed in, all while enjoying it with the ones you love.
Let me point out that our etsy shop, GypsyFarmGirl is STILL open and will remain open. This will be an additional stand alone website that I run and offers more opportunities for you to shop our goods. It includes being able to shop directly on Facebook and we have some of our items on eBay as well. Fingers crossed, we can eventually link it up with our Instagram account, as well. The new website is still a work in progress, as I get it all set up and figured out, so if you experience any glitches, please, please let me know.
You can find this new Rural Route shirt on the new site right now, along with lots of other vintage style graphic tees. We've got most of our ready to ship items added to the new page, although the custom made to order items haven't been added yet.
Love the wisteria on the fence! I need to plan some!ReplyDelete
Checking out the new site!