I dream...

I dream about us moving away. Away from the hustle and bustle of our every day lives. Away from the traffic. Away from the crowded cities and suffocating suburbs. 

I dream about the mountains. I dream about long, winding roads through a canopy of majestic trees. I dream about gently babbling streams running through our property.

I dream of a view like this outside my kitchen window. Of lots of land where I can plant a huge kitchen garden. Of meandering cobblestone paths leading to hidden nooks on our property, little secret gardens bursting with colorful and fragrant flowers, and a hammock strung between the trees for whiling away a spring afternoon lost in a favorite book. Or simply swinging...and daydreaming.

I imagine paths like this along the river that runs through our property where we walk with Bailey. I imagine living in harmony with the wildlife that would call these woods home.

I dream of us one day living in a quaint little farmhouse...an older home, with character. A home on rambling land, with trees, and mountains, and a babbling brook. I dream of apple trees and pumpkin patches, right outside my back door. I dream of endless space to grow every vegetable I can imagine. And a sweet and fragrant herb garden. And a field of lavender. And shrubs and flowers...in my little cottage garden.

[image from Country Living]

I dream of an open and airy farmhouse kitchen, with a big farmhouse table and an open hearth, where our family can gather. 

[image from Country Living]

With lots of windows for looking out over our little piece of heaven. To see the mountains in all their glory.

[image from Country Living]

And I want to be able to walk in to my sweetly organized pantry to gather the ingredients to bake a pie using berries picked fresh from my patch in the yard. And I will use farm fresh eggs gathered from...our neighbor who has chickens. Because I never want my own chickens! :-)

Then we can spread a blanket down by the river and enjoy a fresh baked pie and a pitcher of lemonade served in mason jar glasses.

I dream about our property having an adorable red barn. But not filled with farm animals. We are strictly dog people....and Bailey will have brothers and sisters to play with! I dream of having a potting area in our barn, where I can put together pots of flowers in the summer and make wreaths for Christmas. I dream of rafters where I can hang lavender and herb bunches to dry. I dream of a little workbench area where Kevin and I can try our hand at more DIY stuff. And an area where I can bring in the kiln my YiaYia left for me. Pottery, maybe?!

These are the kinds of things I dream about lately. What are you dreaming about???