the dream that won't die

 I blame it on a time from of my childhood.

This dream that won't go away.

The one that lurks in the shadows of my mind.

I have one vivid memory from the time the dream began.

I was small-

the hoe I had in my hands was a lot bigger than me

I was trying to work in the garden

and I liked it.

My dream?

To live on a farm. Not anything huge. Just enough to plant a small garden. Maybe have some fruit trees. Definitely some berry bushes.

I went to small local market last week and  saw this posted by the exit:

doesn't it sound perfect?

maybe, if I get real brave this week

I'll call and ask questions about location and price...