I have dreams of tiny houses all cozy and warm sitting on a plot of land next to a stream or a stone cottage with a patio surrounded by a small wooded area or a tree house suffused with the unfiltered sunlight and bird song.
I keep dreaming of the day I have my own small, manageable space – open concept and only one bedroom; all to myself; a nice ‘modern’ kitchen to make bread and single-serving meals created by me
with the ingredients from my small outdoor garden; a sun-soaked sewing room where I create my quilts and some paintings; an open and warm living area that combines with the dining
area/kitchen area – all one open space. Vaulted ceilings are beautiful and the bedroom can be in the open loft area so the heat is not ‘wasted’. Tree houses, at least the ones I’ve
looked at, are beautiful but I feel bad about the trees – it can’t be good for them to have houses built into their bodies and limbs.
I dream my dreams and I write my dreams and maybe someday my dreams will come true.