As much as I love New York, I find it necessary to have a balance between the city and the country. When I've been away from Arkansas for a few months, I find myself wanting the trees, water, quiet, and outdoors time that I grew up with. My parent's house is a pretty amazing place. Located in the middle of the National Forest, our 40 acres are home to a wide array of wildlife and a few non-compliant cats and dogs. It was a pretty non-traditional childhood; we made our own electricity, had a wood-burning hot water heater, and didn't get a land-line phone until three years ago. It's one of the few places you can really get away from it all, as your cell will probably not work out here. The GPS, however, works perfectly (so much better than in the city), so I took a few pictures.
Here's where we are. Good 'ol Northwest Arkansas.
We have deer and turkey in the yard pretty regularly. Mom feeds them during the winter.
Lazy kitty taking a nap. She likes to sleep with her head on the side of the chair.
My parents on a walk down the road.
Jack Rabbit Frost. This is the most amazing thing to see in person. The stem of these plants are hollow, so when it freezes, the moisture is wicked up the stem and as it escapes, freezes into these amazingly delicate swirls and circles of ice.