When I grow up…

Dreams are made of Fig leaf and Strawberries

When I grow up I’d like to live in a cottage or old farmhouse in the countryside, down a little lane with a stream and some mature trees; close to the town but far enough away for blackest dark skies and quiet solitude.  I’d like enough land to grow food but with plenty left for wildness, creating a cocoon of nature, birdsong and bees.  I’d like to be n…