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I want to live in a place like This.
I want to move somewhere where the sound of summer isn’t leaf blowers, cutting down trees, weed whackers, mowers, construction, and destruction.
Where you can hear the crickets, appreciate the bees and the wildflowers, trees are allowed to grow and flourish, meadows and gardens and diverse toxic-chemical-free farms prosper, but lawns and cement parking lots do not.
But I don’t want to live in the middle of nowhere, exactly. I want to live somewhere where I can hop on my bike, or kayak, and roll to a cafe. If I’m too far away for that, I want to create community where I am, and bring people out, to enjoy the rich nothing of the country with me. I want to live where the shade is thick, the sun is dappled, the winter long and autumn cheerfully orange, red, gold, green and maroon.
I like people. I like community. I like people and community who like historic preservation, and affordable housing, both. Who like greeting each other whether we know one another, or not. Who love their dogs, and cats, and goldfish…but love the pigs, cows, calves and chicks and chickens, too. We don’t torture, steal from, or kill those we love.
Every bike is one less car? It’s also a lot less noise, and pollution.
Every meadow is one less mower, weed whacker, and so-called arborist hacking tree limbs off.
