I think, someday, I might like an old stone wall.
And a Virginia farm with rolling hills.
A gate somewhere in that old stone wall would be ever so nice.
Maybe the farm has a little white farmhouse with a red roof. And a view with plenty of scope for the imagination.
And fields upon fields for children to run and to play.
I fell in love with this spot in the tiny village of Paris, VA over the weekend. I'm smitten.