I dream of a farm house… an old farm house aged with grace ~ full of charm and character. A house that speaks of simpler times. A house that shows it has history and some wear yet strong, sturdy and sensible. A house that a couple generations from now will be fondly looked back on as that special place where memories were made.
I dream of a red barn out in back of the farmhouse that speaks of purpose. Not something left for nothing but loved.
I dream of acres of land… whether that be 5 or 20 doesn’t matter so much. Land where I don’t see neighboring houses at every turn – land that speaks of quietness and days gone by. A place to cultivate and grow food on. A place to raise some animals on. A place for my children to experience the things of life that are becoming more obsolete. A place to labor together, a place to cherish together, a place to love on oneanother.
I dream of the country. I dream of a simple life. That is why I say I am an oldfashioned girl at heart.