But it's a nice dream...
and I went out to a location not far from home that was 179 acres in total with a 20 acre mill pond on it. The mill was still there but had been gutted and converted to a residence. What a waste in my thinking. The wheel had been removed as well so it was pretty much a globby globby building that was covered in vinyl siding. Meh... Totally blahsay.
Regardless of the building's condition and appearance, it was lovely. Lots of trees surrounding the property and the water going over the spillways on the dam just made me wish I had the money to grab it up and rebuild the mill.
While we were there, the fellow giving us the grand tour talked about all the wild azaleas and tiny violets that burst into bloom in the spring and the fish, ducks, geese, deer, turkey and everything else that inhabit that land and the pond... Yeah, I love fishing even if I don't catch a thing. My brain goes on a vacation.
So we're in his truck oodenning along and I see this standing dead cedar tree. I love cedar. I adore carving it and the smell is heavenly in my thinking. I asked if he could stop as I would have liked to get some of the branches.
I got branches. I got lots of branches and two gnarly root masses. I'm a happy camper. The owner invited us back anytime I needed wood or whenever I wanted to fish. Wow. I'm a really happy camper.
So I'm sitting on the couch crocheting away (I have a lot of those squares to make still) and dreaming about sitting underneath the oak tree on the dam with a bobber on the line and out in the pond. It's a nice dream.
And while I have that dream, I can think about the hooks those branches will make. There will be some awesome pieces coming out of those branches.
Maybe when I win the lottery, I can buy the land...