I want to go to the place I've dreamed of and teach my children the things they need to survive in life. I want to be able to sing, write and paint all the things I seen and learned in life. I have dreamed of this place since I was a little girl. It has a large house, a large piece of land and it has room for a large family. It is a place of refuge, and a place of learning.
This place is a farm with fields of corn, potatoes, tomatoes, okra, cauliflower, collards, peas, beans, sugar cane and anything else the soil will bring forth. I want to see a Maple tree in the back yard and a Magnolia tree in the front yard. There has to be an Orange tree, Pear tree, grapevine, and a Banana tree on the side of the house with a few palms here and there. There would have to be a giant Oak tree in the front for the children to climb. None of this would be complete without a dog, a cat and a few horses to play around with. There has to be a rocking chair on the front porch and a swing on the back porch.
The house is a simple whitewashed Colonial with tall white columns in the front. The house is run by a solar system and a windmill. The lawn looks like a lush green carpet and the plants around it are nicely landscaped to match. You are far enough out in the country that if you want your music very loud, then you may have it loud or if you want it low, then you may have it low and no one will say anything to you because there is no one around.
You can see an empty field through the kitchen window in the Winter and Fall, but in the Spring it turns into an ocean of blue, pink, purple and white wildflowers. At the end of the field of flowers there is a stream that flows gently into a lake that lies a distance away hidden by the forest. Along with the flowers, trees, animals, sunshine, ocean, beaches and its inherent beauties, there are many lakes all around. At night you can lie in the yard and look up and actually see thousands of stars and hear the Crickets and Whippoorwills sing.
There are always plenty of things to do around the place. One has to tend the garden, feed the animals. The lawn has to be mowed in the Summer and the leaves raked in the Fall. At harvest time the vegetables and fruit have to come in and those that we can't eat have to be sold or given away, the rest has to be either canned, dried or frozen.
The children play happily outdoors in the sunshine without fear of being kidnapped, hit by a car, or getting lost in a strange neighborhood. There is even time to take long walks and talks with the family. The yard is large; large enough to hold a family reunion or a neighborhood barbecue.
There is no worry about time, you don't have to worry if you are going to be late to go anywhere or if the store is going to be closed or not, because you already grow your own food. The only day you have to get anywhere on time is on Sunday and that is to go to church The rest of the time depends on where the children have to go or if there is a P.T.S.A. meeting or a church meeting, otherwise you are totally pre-occupied by your farm work.
In the Spring you can see the Azaleas and the Rhododendrons bloom and the Roses are in their prime. On a warm Summer day day you can lie on a hammock and drowse off into a lazy Summer dream. The thunderstorms in the rainy season are a fantastic sight and show. The Fall is very beautiful with radiant colors and gentle breezes. The Winter is mild with no snow and an occasional freeze.
Not far from this beautiful home is the ocean. A big beautiful body of water that looks so innocent on the surface yet it is treacherous underneath. The sands are warm beneath your feet and the Seagulls squawk above your head and are brave enough to come right up to you. The air is warm and gentle, the sound of the ocean is relaxing, yet, at times, it also seems deafening. There are seashells and starfish that can be found along the sands of the beach. If you were to go SCUBA diving, you would find an amazing world of beautifully colored fish and amazing plant life all trapped beneath the ocean.
Ah yes! This is only a dream but sometimes it feels so real; on occasions I can reach out and touch it. I can smell the flowers and feel the warm breeze blow through my hair and hear the children laughing. Then I remember it is just a dream
Susan Clay
This place is a farm with fields of corn, potatoes, tomatoes, okra, cauliflower, collards, peas, beans, sugar cane and anything else the soil will bring forth. I want to see a Maple tree in the back yard and a Magnolia tree in the front yard. There has to be an Orange tree, Pear tree, grapevine, and a Banana tree on the side of the house with a few palms here and there. There would have to be a giant Oak tree in the front for the children to climb. None of this would be complete without a dog, a cat and a few horses to play around with. There has to be a rocking chair on the front porch and a swing on the back porch.
The house is a simple whitewashed Colonial with tall white columns in the front. The house is run by a solar system and a windmill. The lawn looks like a lush green carpet and the plants around it are nicely landscaped to match. You are far enough out in the country that if you want your music very loud, then you may have it loud or if you want it low, then you may have it low and no one will say anything to you because there is no one around.
You can see an empty field through the kitchen window in the Winter and Fall, but in the Spring it turns into an ocean of blue, pink, purple and white wildflowers. At the end of the field of flowers there is a stream that flows gently into a lake that lies a distance away hidden by the forest. Along with the flowers, trees, animals, sunshine, ocean, beaches and its inherent beauties, there are many lakes all around. At night you can lie in the yard and look up and actually see thousands of stars and hear the Crickets and Whippoorwills sing.
There are always plenty of things to do around the place. One has to tend the garden, feed the animals. The lawn has to be mowed in the Summer and the leaves raked in the Fall. At harvest time the vegetables and fruit have to come in and those that we can't eat have to be sold or given away, the rest has to be either canned, dried or frozen.
The children play happily outdoors in the sunshine without fear of being kidnapped, hit by a car, or getting lost in a strange neighborhood. There is even time to take long walks and talks with the family. The yard is large; large enough to hold a family reunion or a neighborhood barbecue.
There is no worry about time, you don't have to worry if you are going to be late to go anywhere or if the store is going to be closed or not, because you already grow your own food. The only day you have to get anywhere on time is on Sunday and that is to go to church The rest of the time depends on where the children have to go or if there is a P.T.S.A. meeting or a church meeting, otherwise you are totally pre-occupied by your farm work.
In the Spring you can see the Azaleas and the Rhododendrons bloom and the Roses are in their prime. On a warm Summer day day you can lie on a hammock and drowse off into a lazy Summer dream. The thunderstorms in the rainy season are a fantastic sight and show. The Fall is very beautiful with radiant colors and gentle breezes. The Winter is mild with no snow and an occasional freeze.
Not far from this beautiful home is the ocean. A big beautiful body of water that looks so innocent on the surface yet it is treacherous underneath. The sands are warm beneath your feet and the Seagulls squawk above your head and are brave enough to come right up to you. The air is warm and gentle, the sound of the ocean is relaxing, yet, at times, it also seems deafening. There are seashells and starfish that can be found along the sands of the beach. If you were to go SCUBA diving, you would find an amazing world of beautifully colored fish and amazing plant life all trapped beneath the ocean.
Ah yes! This is only a dream but sometimes it feels so real; on occasions I can reach out and touch it. I can smell the flowers and feel the warm breeze blow through my hair and hear the children laughing. Then I remember it is just a dream
Susan Clay
