I've got it all planned out. Ten acres is enough room for horse pasture and hay field, plus a nice sand ring for teaching lessons and all that vigorous horse training, and maybe a little trail course too.
There's enough room for a nice little barn, a good size house, and a couple of sheds. I think there'd even be room for a shed big enough to build a small recording studio inside.
Big enough for a large vegetable garden.
And stupid amounts of flowerbeds.
Hopefully there'll be room for one of those little inflatable pools, so that when my kids start up with "canwegoswimmingcanwegoswimming" all I have to say is YES.
Think of the incredible bike obstacle course my son Bucky could build with that much land. Think of the forts they could build and trees they could climb. Think how much fun summer parties could be. Think of the mountains of snow piled up after clearing the yard.
Ten acres would be enough for me, that's for sure.
It's not enough for someone who wants to farm for a living, and I hate the term "hobby farm," but I know more than ten acres is too much. I don't have time to do twenty acres of hay three times each summer. I don't need that much hay. I'm not a cash cropper. I don't need 50 acres.
Just ten. More than five, less than fifteen.
With an old imperfect house. In my eyes it would be perfect, because I love battered wood floors, I love cracks in plaster, and I love ridiculous flowery wallpaper- but only in the right house.
From any room in that nice old farmhouse, I could look out the window and see crop fields, silos, red steel sided dairy barns with huge plexiglass windows. I could see my own horses grazing. I could take my computer anywhere and be inspired... and write thousands of words. Of course in the winter I'd sit beside the woodstove. Where else would I sit? And not for the vibe -- I'd sit there because I'd have to!
** I'd need a house just big enough for my neighbours from town to come out and visit, and stay all weekend if they missed me that much!**
I know that place is out there. I know I'll get there. I'm thinking, planning, wishing and dreaming it into reality. I'm willing it to happen.
(steps, all steps, one after the other...)