Living In My Dream House

I am living in my dream house. A farm house in the country. Where my dogs and cat can roam. We have fox, deer, opossum, and raccoons. Not inside, of course, but they make themselves known. Surrounded by walnuts, oaks, elms, and apple trees. My yard is alive with lilacs, crepe myrtles, and hydrangea in summer. My grandchildren live close enough to visit, and they do. I have an art studio in the garage, so I have privacy. I love the solitude, this is my sanctuary. It is like a lodge; every room is comfortable. We have eliminated everything we did not love. Each features my paintings in neons. My bedroom has a black light, so we glow in the dark. The best part of my house is my husband. He said he was going to marry me when he was six. And he did.