One of our main reasons for choosing to move to the mountains of north Georgia, was to find a remote and peaceful life. In the months to come it is our goal to create a small farm on the five acres we now call home. In an effort to achieve that goal, we have begun searching for the heritage breeds of goat, chicken and pig that we would like to raise. Yes, it takes a long time to get to town, but the peace here is unparalleled. We do not butt noses with humans, but instead find our neighbors are bears, coyotes, turkeys and deer.
Yesterday as we explored the valleys and gaps around our home, we discovered a handful of homes nestled around the shores of a lake.
And the atmosphere from the deck on the back of one of the houses invoked the feelings that Yeats described in his poem, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree.”
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
-William Butler Yeats
While this move has proven to provide us with the peaceful life we were looking far, it has had its humorous moments.
I am fairly certain that the neighbors have found us a bit (if not a lot) entertaining. For instance, within a few days of moving in our closest neighbor introduced herself with a batch of homemade cookies. She couldn’t help but notice that we were storing our milk and other perishables in a cooler on the back porch. Our appliances had yet to arrive and since the temperatures were low we knew this would be a good place to keep them cool.
The call we received a few days after her cookie delivery indicated that we didn’t quite understand how close we now live to bears. It seems that when she relayed that we were using our deck as a walk in fridge to another neighbor, he became quite concerned. He asked her to tell us that we needed to get the food inside before a troop of bears was using our rear french door as a drive thru window for grub. I knew that they were telling me the truth when the following night, after bringing the food inside, a raccoon and opossum were staring in our back door. Now they didn’t just walk up and leave when they discovered that there wasn’t anything left to eat. No! They did not. Instead, they looked into my eyes when I approached the glass and it was quite clear that they intended to open the door and come in, if I didn’t do it for them. I shoo(ed) them and when that failed to motivate them to leave, I introduced them to our labrador retriever. He was able to convince them they wanted to find their food in the woods, the traditional way. This experience was unnerving, to say the least. Thank you dear neighbor…I am grateful you alerted us and that we now have a refrigerator.