Dreams

I grew up on a farm. We had a large lake on our property, we had family and I had a horse. To me that was the perfect way to live. I miss it. I miss having land, having what felt like endless woods to explore. It was really hard to move to Texas, to a BIG city. Where there is more concrete than trees and where you can hardly see stars. I often feel like I can't breath! I long for farm life. I long for simplicity.

I have to confess that I have a secret habit. Sometimes I'll spend too much time on the computer looking at farms for sale. There I said it. But if it makes me happy to dream then I say dream, right?!

Can you see it? Can you see my farm? Rolling green pastures with horses, a cute barn, a chicken coop, maybe some other farm animals like a goat or a pig. Our cozy southern home with a porch and a swing. From the porch you can hear the soft trickle of a creek and the laughter of kids playing in the woods. Can you smell the fresh air? See the unlimited stars at night? Oh how my heart yearns!

Here is a glimpse into my childhood and at the farm I miss so much.

The view of the lake from our back deck:

View of our house from down at the lake:

My first horse Frosty:


My cousins horse, Frosty and my other horse Calm-it:

The reason our farm was named "Sunset Farm"

Age 9, when I first got Frosty: