Green Acres Syndrome

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 

screens.

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