Tis important to have dreams, I think. They give rise to hopes and plans and more delicious dreams.
I have long held the dream of a home. It sets at the edge of a large meadow, just back in the trees, to give it protection. There is a year round stream that winds through the meadow, to swim in, fish in, for water and to irrigate with. A small barn and lodge pole corrals are downwind of the house. Several horses live there as well as a few goats for cheese, packing, and brush control. I would prefer cows, but they are not as efficient. Hold up there it's my dream, so, there are also a few head of beef cattle for meat, hides, and to work the horses on. Of course, there are a few hens to grub for bugs, provide eggs, and fly tying material. There are Border Collies to protect and Scotties just because.
A large well fenced garden for food, and flowers is near the house.
The house is simple, one story, heated by a wood stove. There is a wall of books, and maps, a few old leather couches, with blankets to curl up in and lanterns for when the power is off. The bedrooms are just right for sleeping in with big beds covered in down duvets and camp blankets. It has a tin roof so that when the thunder boomers come rolling in you can hear the rain. All the windows have stout shutters for hard times or bad weather. It has a wrap around porch with a collection of old chairs and rockers, and a swing for little ones to curl up on. There is a firepit to barbeque on or take the chill off evening gatherings. A spring house is up behind the house and provides cold storage for everything from pies to produce, to wine.
Most importantly, there is a man there, who has integrity to his very soul. A man who can see beyond the years, and is sure enough to hold a woman's calloused hand.