Our dream house has fruit trees. Lots of fruit trees. Peach and cherry and apple and avocado and lime and orange and lemon. Give or take. But no squirrels.
Ok, maybe one squirrel. A really resilient one that can be my nemesis. It won't knock down all the fruit..just a few here and there so I can run around with a rake and yap about "that darn squirrel". I'll have a name for it and it will always be one step ahead of my efforts to oust it. Like the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote.
The springs will be full of blossoms and sunshine and bumblebees. We always joke about wanting to own bees and it could be a fun idea. Especially if we have a kid with bee allergies...kidding! But really, bees and honey.
Despite the squirrel's best efforts, the falls will bring bountiful harvests. We'll fill the back of an old red truck with baskets of fruit and take lunch breaks sitting on the open tailgate. I don't have any grand plans for all this fruit, but I can guarantee I will try to make applesauce fruit leather.
I think I want a big garden, just like my grandparents. But it takes so much time! This garden will have to be naturally weed free. Wait. Just enough weeds for the kids to pull. AND ABSOLUTELY NO SNAKES. There will be no snakes. Anywhere.
The garden will magically turn every plant into an annual and be otherwise maintenance-free. The beans will can themselves, the corn won't need shucking, and maybe the watermelons will turn blue when they're perfectly ripe and delicious...just so there's no guessing.
I can pick the raspberries, though. I am more than willing to "pick" all the raspberries.
On a slightly less ludicrous note, the shed. The vine-covered, rustic shed.
We both want this old shed filled with tools and equipment and piles of junk that might some day be useful. We'll fix things. Like my grandpa. And my dad. There is no running off to the store every time something breaks for them. I like that. Also, projects. I'll have an arsenal at my disposal for whatever my imagination can conceive.
Flowers are acceptable everywhere. Let's pretend there's a whole garden just for wildflowers. I wouldn't hate it if there were a ditch running thru all of this, either. I have quite the fondness of ditches. They provide kids with hours of entertainment and temptation and give adults more things to holler about.
"Stay out of that ditch!"
One day I'll be able to yell it just like Grameez.
Basically, I love my grandpa's yard and I gain a lot of inspiration there on sunny afternoons.
I wouldn't hate stealing their view of distant mountains...though I think that'll be hard to come by in Texas. Maybe even harder than a magical garden.
Have a great day :-)
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