The night sky in the Smokies

I have never had much luck at getting a halfway decent night shot of the sky with our camera, mainly, methinks, because I never took the time to use a tripod. Well on this night, with no city lights to "contaminate" the sky, the view deserved to be captured . Using the camera pre-programmed night setting and a tripod kindly lent by my daughter-in-law Christa, I got a good shot from the back porch at the cabin. The illumination in the foreground is from the cabin.

Where's my shed in the back garden?

So here I am in the Smokies, in a cabin, with family for a few days. Normal routines are far from my mind. As always, when staying at this cabin, I think how wonderful it might be for Carol and I to live here. Yes, the view from my seat right now is wonderful, nothing but the tops of pine trees spread across the valley, with Cove Mountain in the distance; actually right now it's obscured by clouds. That's another fascination of this place; the weather seems to be constantly changing, one minute sunny with Cove Mountain in view, then the clouds roll in, the wind "runs" through the trees, and soon the rain is coming down hard. But I digress, I think one of the main attractions of being here is that forced break from normal routines.
So how do we achieve that at home. I should be clear. Home is the place that Carol and I always look forward to, as we return from any "adventure". And the place we love to be; our "little cabin in the woods". But being able to escape from those normal routines on a daily basis always seems elusive at home. There's the draw of our normal means of enjoyment: the computers, the movies and TV programs we enjoy to watch together etc, etc. But for me sketching, reading, playing guitar seem to always take second place to the others things, and don't often happen. In the cabin the "other things" aren't there. How do I change my routine at home to include those "second place" activities? In our living room there's a comfy chair by the french door leading to the deck. It faces away from the TV and is nowhere near the computers and other techno stuff. That chair invokes similar feelings to the cabin, but on a smaller scale. I think back to "my parents time" in England. Many men had a shed in the back garden, that they would potter around in and escape their normal routines. Maybe that's what I need to find in some form or another "my shed in the back garden".