Some people go for the city rush, but not me. Give me muddy boots, chill mornings, and a yard bursting with wildflowers any day. It wasn’t some big plan, just a small choice to slow down and soak in the simple pleasures.
Now, when folks ask why I’m into country life, I could go on about the views or the clean air, or how the stars are unreal out here. But honestly? It’s all those little things you miss when you’re always in a hurry—the kind of simple pleasures that stick with you.
Sunlight, Coffee, and a Little Calm
There’s something great about waking up without that mad rush. My mornings now kick off with birds singing, actually finishing a warm coffee (sometimes!), and sunlight streaming through the window.
Okay, it’s not always perfect—my kid still chucks cereal, and the laundry is always there—but it’s more relaxed. These quiet minutes? Definitely one of my favorite simple pleasures.
Porch Coffee > Any Café
I used to be a café person, still am. But sipping my coffee on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, with the countryside in front of me? That’s another level of chill. The mix of fresh air, quiet, and coffee steam feels like a mini-vacation—even if it’s just five minutes before someone yells Mama!
It’s now my favorite thing. Just me, the birds, my thoughts, and coffee that isn’t nuked.
Watching the Year Go By
Living in the country, you don’t just see the seasons change—you feel it. I spot the first frost. I watch flowers bloom. I watch my son chase bugs in summer and splash in spring puddles.
These tiny seasonal shifts are the ultimate simple pleasures. They keep me grounded and remind me to slow down.
Backyard Sketching
I don’t have a fancy studio. I usually draw on a blanket in the yard, sketchbook in my lap, with chickens getting too close. It can be messy, but I’m super inspired.
The trees, colors—even weird clouds—fuel my art. Most of my designs? Made right here, with muddy boots and a pencil.
Food Fresh From the Dirt
We don’t grow loads, but our little garden is everything. Picking herbs or strawberries straight from the ground? Pure joy. It tastes better. It feels better. Watching my kid eat a tomato he picked himself? That’s a chef’s kiss moment.
Simple pleasures like baking banana bread with the windows open and the kitchen smelling like vanilla are the cozy moments I craved in the city.
My Kid Running Wild (the Fun Kind of Wild)
Out here, we’ve got space! Enough for my kid to run for ages without crashing into anything. He plays with sticks, stares at bugs, rolls in the grass. And I get to watch it all.
This freedom, this mud-between-his-toes kind of joy—it’s one of the most beautiful simple pleasures I’ve ever known.
Slower Days, Fuller Heart
Yeah, days feel long sometimes. But they’re better.
Time to breathe. Time for laundry and a story. Time to bake and answer emails—maybe not at the same time, but still. More room to live, not just get by.
When I’m stressed, I go outside, breathe deep, and remember: this slower life, full of simple pleasures, is exactly what I wanted.
Sweetest Moments That Stick
Some of my best memories are small: my son giving me squashed flowers, my husband lighting a candle when I’ve had a bad day, plans scribbled in my sketchbook with cookie crumbs.
Those are the simple pleasures that bring me back when I doubt everything.
Final Thoughts: Simple Pleasures Matter
Moving to the country wasn’t going to be easy—and it isn’t. But it’s beautiful in a quiet way. It’s in the little things: warm socks, fresh air, kid giggles, and time to create.
So if you’re wondering if slowing down is good enough—if the little joys are worth it—they are.
Start noticing the simple pleasures in your own life. They’re probably already there, waiting to remind you that living doesn’t have to be loud to be meaningful.
