I do believe in fairies!

I often dreamt that some day I would be enjoying the peaceful solitude of the country, drinking in clear blue skies while sipping a cup of Earl Grey ... by a roaring fire, of course. The animals would be fat and content, trees heavy with fruit, and you'd be able to see the stars to eternity. Too much?? Well, one can dream.
I had come to the conclusion I was not cut out for city life. Dirty brick walls of Chicago bungalows and booming radios from constant traffic had me just plain worn down. Where were the overalls and the big straw hat that should have been in my closet? The only time I got to see wildlife was when I sat out on the front stoop about 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. The occasional racoon would wander up and down the sidewalk under the orange glow of city lights. Cats would yowl at each other in the back alley. And then it happened. My husband began muttering something that sounded like "early retirement". WooHoooo ... Now what? Where should we go? This required the help of a good fairy.
We had traveled to Wisconsin, Texas, Missouri, southern Illinois, and Kentucky looking for a place to build our retirement home, but we always ended up in Virginia. My family had its ancestral roots here. Some of the Whobreys, Norvells, and Buggs of Mecklenburg Co., VA could be found in the public records as early as the late 1600's. It was a possibility. The countryside was nice, but my husband had one important requirement. He wanted to see mountains, or big bluffs - anything but flat land! That's when we found the Shenandoah Valley. It was everything we wanted and more.
Hill Spring is our place, our home, and part of our life story. I'm hoping to drag you along with me and that you will share your expertise with me.  I certainly would appreciate some country wisdom, know-how, and foot-stompin' inspiration. I'm going to need all the help I can get. Thanks for dropping by! I just know we're going to have a great time.