"Sometimes all I want is a job, and a god, and a wife." ....it plays in my head regularly.
I was thinking on my walk today that all I want is a house. As I passed lovely stone, brick, stucko houses with yards blooming with sunflowers, petunias, tomatoes, i really thought all I want is a house and a lawn. But that's not quite true.
All I want is a living space where I can have room to garden. I want rows of tomato plants, and jalapenos, cayenne peppers, and cucumbers. I want giant sunflowers close to the house reaching just over the gutters and shorter ones clustered closer to the road. I want a small herb garden I can move into the greenhouse or put in a sunny window during the winter. I want to be able to let the dogs out to potty late at night and not worry they'll get hit by cars. Jameson can hold it forever now but that won't always be the case. I want to be prepared. And I want to have enough space and nice enough neighbors to have a few birds to lay eggs in case Spiderman wants to eat an egg. I'd be ok with just one but I think she would get lonely. I think two or three will do, chickens or ducks. I'm not that picky.
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