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At one point during my childhood, I saw a movie that has served as basis for a fantasy of mine. I don't remember the name of the movie, or the plot, and in fact it may have been a tv show. It's either Doc Hollywood, Field of Dreams or a Quantum Leap episode. Perhaps it's a conglommeration of all three. My fantasy includes a two story house, looking nothing like this:
and something like this:
In my fantasy I'm on the front porch, surrounded by wicker chairs and potted plants. I look to my left and see the dusty road coming from the paved one. I've got a pie baking inside, or I've just finished canning some strawberry preserves. I'm watching my dogs play in the front yard, perhaps with children (is my sister inside? Are they mine?). There are chickens in a coop out back, next to my vegetable garden. I spend early mornings wandering around my property, dead-heading flower plants, weeding the vegetable patch, taking in the air, wondering about forcing bulbs. Maybe they are mine, the children, that I wake up and dress and feed and walk to the bus stop. After they're gone for the day, I retreat to the kitchen to clean up. Then I sit and write, for whatever book, magazine, internet site. Perhaps I work on a lesson plan for the winter class I'm teaching. Maybe I take a conference call with my editor.
At any rate .... country style fantasy.
and something like this:
In my fantasy I'm on the front porch, surrounded by wicker chairs and potted plants. I look to my left and see the dusty road coming from the paved one. I've got a pie baking inside, or I've just finished canning some strawberry preserves. I'm watching my dogs play in the front yard, perhaps with children (is my sister inside? Are they mine?). There are chickens in a coop out back, next to my vegetable garden. I spend early mornings wandering around my property, dead-heading flower plants, weeding the vegetable patch, taking in the air, wondering about forcing bulbs. Maybe they are mine, the children, that I wake up and dress and feed and walk to the bus stop. After they're gone for the day, I retreat to the kitchen to clean up. Then I sit and write, for whatever book, magazine, internet site. Perhaps I work on a lesson plan for the winter class I'm teaching. Maybe I take a conference call with my editor.
At any rate .... country style fantasy.