My friend Billie owns Lost Acres Ranch, a trophy hog hunting operation. Her house sits in the middle of it.
My home is my haven, but I’m very blessed that I have other places where I can run to when I need a peaceful place to run to.
Billie’s is one of my refuges. The instant my tires leave blacktop and hit gravel I feel myself change. My joints loosen. My head clears. It’s a good place to be. It’s a good place to go to. Billie’s back porch is a confessional, a sanctuary and occasionally a comedy club. I like going out there in case you didn’t know. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who feels that way about her little piece of heaven.
I ran out last night to visit. As I was leaving this is the view I was met with:
Like I said…a little piece of heaven.