Plinky Prompts

Years ago I signed up for a weekly service called "Plinky Prompts."  It sounded like a great resource for ideas for blogging.  But in reality, I don't think I've used it once.  Until today.

Today's Prompt is:

Describe your dream house.

When I was a young teenager, I had a dream one night that my family lived in a huge mansion with many floors, many, many floors, and my dream room with a canopy bed and fluffy white bedding.  It was a beautiful, antique kind of place.

I remember waking up with a longing to actually go to this place I had lived in for a moment in my dreams.

Reality sets in, however, and today I really would NEVER want to live in such a large home that we'd lose each other.   Besides, who would want to clean all that space!  Not me!  Not even with an army of housekeeping staff.

 So my dream house started to change shape and size.  It started to morph and adjust smaller and I started to long for a yard filled with flowers that would come back and bloom spontaneously each year.

I think I was influenced by Thomas Kinkaid's beautiful paintings of English Cottages. 

And today, with the perspective of the years, when I think of my dream house, all I can think of is the place where I live now.  Filled with memories and laughter and love.  Sure, it would be nice to get the remodel part finished.  Sure it would be nice to punch a hole in the dining room wall and extend the living out the back of the house, complete with a large great room and another fireplace and a deck and a sauna (for Brent), and a gazebo for me and a woodworking/rock tumbling shop for him and all of that surrounded by walkways of flowers, flowers, flowers.  And it would be very nice to have every room de-cluttered and clean.  Some of those things will happen, others will just stay a dream.   But....

It's getting there.

My own English garden in the making.

Kind of nice to live in your own dream house, or garden, don't you think? 

What about you?  What's your dream house?