I call home and live on a few acres of what was a booming town a century ago during the Central Florida logging industry, The last of a group of families that lived here for several generations from sawyers, loggers, fishermen and cattlemen.
10 miles to the closet town of 498 folks, 25 plus miles to the big city of wally world, kellymart, and industry.
The road ends at my gate and even after the hurricanes and destruction I took it is still what I consider heaven on earth. My TV is cows and calves grazing in pastures, horses with young running graciously, wildlife appearing magically and peacefully, largemouth bass striking along the bank, bald eagles flying at tree top heights, fireflies and stars lighting my nightly screen.
My stereo is gators and frogs croaking, owls hooting, crickets singing and sandhill cranes expressing themselves and the many birds singing their own songs.
My lights come from what God provides and the campfire I have along the river before I retire for the night. Thank you God for a life in the country on a farm along the river.