In a perfect world, I would choose a life that feels gentle and full, one where serenity and mountain beauty settle in like an old friend, one where purpose hums quietly below the surface. Each morning, I would wake up with a grateful heart, ready for the day’s adventures.
Tucked away in my mountain hamlet that I have loved for years, life lives in gentle moments. Breezes smell of pine, and the world feels calm and sheltered. Mule deer drift through the yard, pausing to graze on wild grass, while hummingbirds linger above bright blooms in the garden. They, too, have discovered a quiet retreat among my little haven.
Inside, my cottage would be snug and inviting. On cool evenings, a fire would crackle in the hearth and chase away the chill. Soft, warm throws would drape chairs, just in case someone needs extra warmth and comfort. Nooks and crannies would be the perfect spot for curling up with a book or creating the next tale as it spilled onto the page. Most mornings, I carry my coffee onto the porch, wrapped in a favorite throw, while watching the sun rise and its lights dance and sparkle between the pines.
And, my Muttley Crew, my partners in crime, would be in the thick of things. My scruffy, joyful souls, who fill my house with muddy paw prints and so much laughter. They would be with me for woodland rambles and explore the yard as I created new tales on the porch. Their presence would be the soul of my home, showing me that the best kind of life is one shared with those you love, fur and all.
Yes please
My goodness, I can see it and smell it and hear it and feel it. Take me with you! (To a totally separate cottage so I don’t disturb your serenity, of course.)