My grandfather had a farm where we would visit every summer for two months. Loved it.
My husband and I are still working in the city, but own a ranch in West Texas and a place in Magnolia Arkansas. There are cows on the ranch that someone cares for when we are not there. So when we retire, we will spend alot of time there.
I guess we all want to go back to our roots and what we remember as the good quiet times of our lives. Happy places stay with us always. I often think of the times I collected eggs and got chased by the rooster every time and the time that "Bossy" stepped on my foot and another when she knew I was next to hear and queezed me up against the wall....she didn't like me much. Then of course, there was always the work that had to be done.....we tend to forget about that.
Good thoughts to everyone.
Diana