People often are surprised to find I prefer the simplest of things in life. They look upon my home, a newer build, large home, and the things its come to be filled with and assume that I want the finer things. But I prefer the simple things.
I prefer to walk over a drive.
I prefer the farmers market over the super market.
I prefer a plain wooden picnic table over a fine patio set.
I prefer thrift stores to the mall.
I prefer music and books over tv.
I prefer the lights off and the sun to shine in.
I prefer to hang laundry out to dry.
I prefer less over more. Less people, Less things.
I prefer to lead and not follow. To speak and not sit silent.
I prefer to make things and not buy them. To plant a seed and watch it grow.
And so on and so on for as long as I live….