What does your ideal home look like?
My ideal home looks exactly like the one I am living in right now. In the country, surrounded by trees, with blossoming crab apples in the front garden and a mountain ash in full view from the kitchen window, what more could I ask for? Blossoms in the spring, a gradual flowering throughout the summer, and now, as fall approaches, the fruit ripening.
Verde, que te quiero verde. – Green, for I love you green. But what exactly is green? I sit on the front porch in the cool of summer, and look out on a sea of greens – green grass, green leaves, light green, medium green, dark green, and all kinds of shades and hues as the sunlight filters a subtle dance of colors through the leaves. The eye distinguishes so many different shades of green. Alas, I do not have the vocabulary to distinguish verbally what I see visually. Ah, poor poet, linguistically damaged, and writing with one hand tied behind my back, I suffer from an ability to feel and an inability to express. Terminological inexactitudes, Winston Churchill called them. But in my case, they are the lies I must create when the truth overwhelms me with its beauty.
And in winter, when the cold winds blow, and the leaves lose the safety of their trees to be blown hither and thither at the wind’s will, what then? A blanket of whiteness, shadows shifting beneath the moon by night, and a million brilliant sparkles beneath the sun by day. And the visitors, every night the deer come, stay awhile, then vanish, only to reappear the next day. At midnight, in the moonlight, I watch them from my window as they dance on their hind legs and nibble the hanging fruit that the mountain ash reserves, just for them, so that they will survive, as they have done for millennia, in this paradise that surrounds my ideal home.
rogermoorepoet 
Hi Roger. I worked with my husband to build our house and landscape our property, beginning 43 years ago, so no surprise that this is the house I want and need. The things we love about it? It is wild and covered in by trees, so much so you can’t see the house or garage in the satellite image. The community has a covered bridge and we have always had good neighbours. My son is not far away. The house itself is comfortable and has improved over the years. I am surrounded by motifs I love: flowers, ferns and forest, stained glass, wood. I have comforted myself with quilts and home-made rugs, plants and images of wildlife, books, did I say books, and memories.
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Ah yes, and some of my books are there, as your books are here. And very much appreciated. I have also found peace in your home. s I hope you have found peace in mine / ours!
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Yes, you have a wonderful home/yard. You have an interesting collection of art, including your own.
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As do you, dear Jane. And I have at least two of your paintings upon my walls, as well as many of your books. Creatives feed off creatives and feast on creativity
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Roger – so eloquently you have transcribed my own feelings for this place, with my own private 2-1/2 acres of peace and tranquility. Watching it grow and change for over 40 years has been very comforting and satisfying, with deer, birds and other wildlife – though being woken by a pack of coyotes outside my window at 4am this morning wasn’t so welcome! Couldn’t find a collective noun for coyotes on my list! Bad photo of the old list on my loo wall attached – several new ones to me!
Hope your summer has been good. Regards, Jon.
Jon Masters P.Eng., C.Eng., MICE 18-26123 Twp Rd 511, Spruce Grove, AB, Canada. T7Y 1B9
Phone or text: 780-913-2991 ________________________________
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All well here. Strange summer though, with alternating rain, cold, heat, and smoke from sundry fires. We are surviving though. We had a black lab (female). When she went into heat, the coyotes came closer and closer to the house to sing their love songs. The day she went out of heat, the woods fell silent.
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