Critters and cabins. Plain living with a heart for God. Not self-sufficient, but God-sufficient.
I'm from a town that is pretty big, I guess by most standards. But when I was out playing in the summer, I knew it was time to head home for lunch when the noon whistle sounded. I remember hearing it as I played in the fields and creeks that surrounded our neighborhood. You brought back some good memories. thanks - take care,from KY.
I am with you on that one. We live in the mountains between Hwy. 101 and the Pacific Hwy. 1It is a small area and is about 10 miles north of a small town of Ukiah roughly 15,000. Across the down the hill and across the highway is a lumber mill that blows the noon whistle. Gotta love it!
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