Fuel to the Fire

This weekend we went to a small farm equipment auction and flea market. Marching around in the cold and the wind, perusing the vendors, petting the animals -- this did nothing but add fuel to the fire. Now, more than ever, I dream of a small farm of my very own.

Just a couple of acres (two ... or perhaps five). A red weathered barn. Pasture for goats and sheep and maybe one cow. A pig or two. Chickens and a greenhouse. And old farmhouse or a log cabin or both. That's all I need. Oh and honey bees. A place for hives. Now that's all I need.

Tonight I will dream sweet dreams and send my desires out into the universe. Oh the life I'd love to lead. Perhaps, just perhaps, it will come true.

xo