I want chickens.
And a screen door that goes THWACK and bounces – bomp.bomp.bomp – three whole times before it’s finally closed.
And a sleeping porch that’s a little uneven & rough beneath my feet, with a bed full of down pillows that hug me when I sleep.
I want open windows and an attic fan pulling the smell of love and sweat and home through every inch of my house.
I want laundry dancing on the line, and sunshine warming more than just clothes.
I want music and laughter to be the soundtrack of our days.
And our nights.
I want to toss out all the clocks and let sunrise and sunset guide our days.
I want to sit on the front porch in rocking chairs just watching time pass.
I want to listen to the cricket and frog symphony as dusk fades to dark.
And maybe, sitting in the darkness, sing a hymn or two with a quiet guitar.
I want chickens.
Is that too much to ask?
Sounds like home to me but we didn’t have chickens either.
I don’t think I want chickens, but I’d like a little space for kids to run, old trees to climb, a creek to get muddy in, and a swing on the front porch. The rocking chairs are nice, too. Let’s be neighbors, okay?
For a minute I was actually back at my great grandparents house. You write beautifully and I want that screen door too.
Oh me too. I want to have a homestead in the country with chickens, goats and dogs. I want everything you wrote plus neighbors that live close enough we can walk to and have big Sunday dinners together.
Me too. I want to live there.
I love all of those things. I have the chickens and their coop door goes bomp bomp bomp three times. But I love the rest of your vision and want it too. 🙂
At the same time… I like the convenience of living in a metropolis.