"November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snow; With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate. The fire burn, and the kettle sing, and the earth sinks to rest until next spring." ~Elizabeth Coatsworth~
I love old houses, there is a certain feeling you experience when walking through. I love the creaking sound of the old wide pine floors- the bubbles in the panes of the old glass windows- and if you're fortunate, to learn the history of the house and it former owner's. This white washed saltbox with a simple white picket fence is just charming. I would plant cosmos, phlox, nasturtiums and roses in the front yard.
A Gambrel roofed cape shingled with pine shakes. An old fashioned rose climbing the front arbor.
I would love to have this style of fence enclosing my field's. I can imagine sheep dotting the scenery.
And this for my means of transportation. I would store plenty of apples and carrots in my larder.
And to enjoy the ability to sit and work in garden while the world passed by.