There is a dream that I have had for quite sometime. It is to live in a beautiful cottage home with wrap around porches on acreage. Of course this acreage will have a view of the Sierra Nevada snow capped mountains. In this dream world, there will be oak trees on this property, and one with a tire swing hanging from its tall limb. On this property there will be a pond with a wooden dock so that my boys can sit on it while fishing, barefoot just like Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn would. My garden would have a white picket fence around it and a tall arbour and white garden gate.
In the real world I don't live on acreage but in a neighborhood. I can't scream at my children without being heard by my neighbors. I have no wraparound porch and no tire swing. We live on a third of an acre and this last weekend I worked on our yard, both front and back. We had six yards of tanbark delivered for our front yard and three yards of small rocks for various areas that I am sick and tired of sending the kids out to weed. A pack mule has never worked as hard as I did this weekend. After such back breaking work outside I am cured.
I no longer want acreage.
There is still a huge mound of rocks in my driveway. I think they are multiplying like rabbits while we sleep at night. I am having family over this weekend for a BBQ and am thinking I might just spray paint the rock pile purple and call it art.