small towns and cow farms

i wish i wish . was life just a joy in the olden days? when everything was simple. i imagine myself running down to the little store, the weymouth pantry and getting some penny candies or something. buying mamma the bread and milk. then going down to the river bridge and play.

maybe catch a game of chess with some old men in the park.

my dad has a farm! its really fun to go there. once a tree had a bees hive in it. like on winnie the pooh. when he gets his head stuck in it and he his happy because theres tons of honey in it.

well there was this hive and the tree fell down in a big storm. so we pulled out all of the wax and ate some honey. there wasnt much left. the bees took it away we assumed. but it was the best honey ive ever had. the wax was pretty good too.

my mom is awesome.

we dont live on this farm so it makes it more special for me to visit.

slow and simple.

i think it would be wonderful to live on a farm in europe makin cheese from my own cows. gathering eggs from the chickens and baking bread from wheat that my neighbor just ground. fresh. its nice that way. how romantic. but why not?

 i want sheep too.