a dream of the countryside

I dream of the countryside. A place faraway from the fireworks of city folk and the clicking of bed-springs underneath a city roof. I dream of a life where crates of limes and cold water accompany me on a wooden porch, where white chickens cackle and peck at the floorboards while the horizon melts into an open field. I do love my mountains and the smell of brushwood in a forest, but today I dream of peach cobbler roasting in the oven and the sound of cows mooing in the distance.

When dreams for a country life appear, I try to dress myself as a country wife or at least what I've always imagined she might be wearing when tending the coop. This is my first time wearing my petticoat. I was an 8 year old flower girl the last time I wore a fluffy cloud underneath my bottom. When wearing my petticoat, it doesn't matter how many times my fork falls into my lap at lunch, I still feel demure and ladylike.

Maybe one day you'll find me reaching for the sun on a wooden porch, a burnt tongue from fresh peach cobbler, happily letting the chickens coo and caw along to the sound of my banjo.

Where is the place you dream about building a home out of...?

fluffy petticoat : candy violet

dress : value village

turtle neck : goodwill $5 

shoes : blowfish shoes sponsor