This adorable farmhouse/cottage was featured a few years ago on my
friend Becky's charming blog Sweet Cottage Dreams. I am so
smitten with precious homes like this one. I long for a little place
something like this out in the country on a few acres.
Just a little patch of heaven with a flower cutting garden and
a vegetable patch and a few fruit trees. A hammock hanging
between a couple of big old oak trees. Chickens free ranging and
happily clucking away.
A front porch complete with porch swing and a couple of
rocking chairs. A little table with a pitcher of sweet tea and
some freshly baked cookies.
Baby goats climbing on the roof of the garden shed. Bentley
running after them. Just enough room for a little barn and a
horse named Oliver who will take Bentley and me on
adventures up a country lane.
The inside of the house will have wide plank worn wood
floors and big overstuffed chairs that you can sink into and
read a good book. Simple cottage curtains at the windows
that move slowly with the breeze that enters through the
Old patchwork quilts everywhere at the ready to chase off
an evening chill or just to be pretty draped on the back of
the sofa. Cozy.
No television. Only a record player to play old vinyl
records that have better sound quality than our CD's.
Perfect music for dancing around the worn wood floor
in your bare feet.
The kitchen will have open shelves that display mixing
bowls ~ the vintage yellow ware kind. Lots of well
worn and well loved wooden spoons. Hand crocheted
pot holders and flour sack towels with little ruffles
of calico fabric added to their edges. A big white
ironstone pitcher filled with daisies from the garden.
The kitchen will have an old farmhouse sink of course
and a big old gas range. Several well seasoned
cast iron skillets at the ready.
Upstairs just two simple bedrooms. Old iron beds
and eiderdown too. A bathroom with a claw foot
tub of course for a nice long soak in a lavender
filled bath after a long day working in the garden.
This is "Green Acres Syndrome". I have it bad
and the only cure is to find a place something like
the one of my dreams.
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley