image:  Mary Anne Potter
http://fromthestarcatcher.blogspot.com/

All I ever wanted was a tiny place where I could belong.

Not a grand house.
Not a fancy house.
But a simple house.
A house with history and mystery.
A house that loved me as much as I loved her.

A house that would breathe synchronously with my spirit.

I would hang tattered lace curtains and allow my goats to often visit the wood stove in the kitchen.

The neighbors would say I was odd.
But that would be ok.

I'd have a cow who loved me and knew her name.
And  my dog would always know my dreams.

I'd collect old things belonging to the dead and promise to love them because no one else would.

And wear a handmade shawl and always a hat and never clean the mud from my boots.

I would read at night by candlelight.
And listen to the hush.

I'm quite sure that mice would live in my walls.

But the first thing I would do, the very first thing, would be to plant wild violets everywhere.

And my cat would slumber there.
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Writing prompt from the creative writing blog

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/
My humble gratitude to Real Toads for allowing me the opportunity to share my humble words.
I urge you to take a peek at both the Real Toads and From the Starcatcher blogs.
They are lovely!  As are all their creative friends!