Most things I just love. It's quiet, unless my children are playing ball outside. I love the deer that migrate through my yard nightly except when I have produce in my garden. I like the sound of the tractors and the trains and the birds and the wind and the hooting owl every morning in the big Box Elder tree across the field. My daily running route most people of the world would consider a great place for a mountain hike.
I love that the only time I have ever heard anyone say anything about traffic is when the High School Football game is over on Friday nights in the fall. The only other time I have ever thought about traffic is when a power line repair truck was trying to get on the main road at the exact same time a string of cars 5 miles long was making its way to the High School after winning the State Football Championship last November.
When I introduce someone as my neighbor they could live anywhere from 1-3 miles away. Isn't that great. We have 4 seasons, a 1 room post office, the world headquarters for Papa Jay's Jerky and a 2 pump gas station. You can even use your credit card to pay at the pump that's how happening we are here.
There is one problem, the smell. It happens late spring early summer every year. You open your windows in the morning and the lilacs are blooming. The lightly blowing breeze brings the scent into the house in a matter of minutes. The sweet smell fills your home and you think that surely this is the way Heaven smells. Then it happens, the direction of the breeze changes and instead of a breeze it turns to wind and the smell that fills your home is from the recently manure fertilized field across the way. You run around your house closing windows but it's too late your stuck with it.. You complain about it for the entire 3 hours that your house smells like manure. But in the morning you wake up and open the windows again as the owl hoots and the lilac breeze wafts through the window you are so happy you live in Clifton.
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