A Dear Dream

I have always dreamed to live in a white cottage, surrounded by a little land, full of pretty, flowering trees and bushes, roses, lamb's ear, peonies, soft grass....

Sometimes when I'm riding on the bus or waiting in a line, I let myself imagine it, and by now it is quite a place.



Maybe that's why I am drawn to this little photo from marthastewart.com. I don't particularly like the harsh bushes. I would replace them with softer, more romantic, budding stuff. Still, I'm captured, captured by this dear dream.