Dreaming...Part 2...

This time, left alone with my imagination, I picture myself in a modern cabin in the mountains...probably the Rockies. The modern part would come from its having a low impact on the environment, but it would still be full of warmth. Mostly, that would mean a bevy of windows looking out over trees, water, not necessarily much of anything else. There would be a stone terrace and a wooden porch with rockers, with plenty of room for visitors to feel at home. Any planting would be native and self-sustaining, but if I felt like it, I could plant a veggie garden in a tub in a sunny spot. There would be wind chimes - the big long metal ones that chime low.

And there might be a fanciful metal sculpture that twirled in the breeze. Inside, you could flop onto comfy, soft couches, and curl up in upholstered chairs, and stretch out legs onto ottomans. Fabric wall hangings - old quilts, woven rugs with no fringe. Random collections of smooth river rocks would fill blown glass or wooden bowls,and Mason jars would display treasures from walks in the woods.

Tasty multigrain breads, peanut butter , fuji apples, pomegranates, and an assortment of strong-bodied coffees, baby spinach, some emmenthaler cheese or baby Swiss. Recipes and ingredients for multiple kinds of meatloaf. River sandals, serious hiking boots, and some leather flat clogs. Fun socks. Jeans, more jeans, and many more jeans, loose-fitting Tshirts to layer and simple pullover sweaters. A simple camera to capture morning, evening, shadows, sunshine, wildflowers, rocks, water, and any furry or feathery creatures that might visit. If there were butterflies or hummingbirds, they would be welcome.

There would be geography and history books, and autobiographies and lots of Bach and Brahms and folk music of every sort from all over the world, and room to dance, and a 3-wheel bicycle with a big basket and a funny, squeaky horn. Every day would be a new adventure - however small - and I would welcome my family and friends and faith.