Today doesn't feel like a writing, thinking sort of day. My socks are still wet from running out for lunch in an impressive torrent of rain, I have a lot of work to do, and only 45 minutes left to do it in.
However, I did want to say something about living on farms and how I really have no idea what that's like or how hard the work is (early early mornings!) but sometimes I dream of it. I think my farm dream is mostly about lots of craft time, cooking, wearing pretty vintage aprons, and reading books. I'd like to have honey bees, and horses. Little pigs would be nice, and maybe some chickens. While I'm at it, I may as well have a cow.
I picture a long, wide porch, and big picture windows. Pretty candles burning on the mantel, and a big, beautiful kitchen with one of those butcher-block counters...
Apparently my farm-dreams are more about a lovely farmhouse vacation than anything else. *sigh*
I'm okay with that.
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