A rainy afternoon day dream...

I'm day dreaming about lush pastures which stretch as far as the eye can see. There are various old, majestic shade and fruit trees dotting the vista. Approximately half an acre is devoted to an abundant garden overflowing with all manner of fruits and vegetables. To the South of the property lies a particularly lovely field with a small heard of dairy goats milling about, grazing on fescue, rye and wild flowers. There's a chicken coop and run close to the old farmhouse. The chickens free range all day, scratching for insects and unwittingly complimenting the rich dark soil beneath their feet. Their beautiful eggs, in shades ranging from cream to chocolate, are harvested by the basket full every morning. A small brook runs through the edge of the property. In it's cool, bubbling current swim tiny trout fry which mature to inhabit the nearby lake. A dog barks as it runs towards the long covered porch of the old farmhouse. A pie is cooling on the window sill. The air is redolent with cinnamon, apple and Spring. A quaint red barn provides shelter for the goats at night. Within are milking stalls and dusty farm equipment. Lovely fresh milk is poured warm over cooked steel cut oats studded with fresh berries for breakfast. Sometimes the milk is reincarnated as a creamy wheel of pungent cheese. A coold, dark root cellar below the farmhouse ages the cheese and stores the bounty of the garden. Jarred vegetables line its' shelves in neat rows... sacks of onions, garlic and potatoes are piled high. Crunchy pickles beckon invitingly. My children run and play in the fields without a care. Life here is simple and honest...