So I'm thinking that in a past life (or
maybe a future one, who knows how reincarnation works), I was a snake
or a mole or some other burrowing animal. I like the idea of having
a burrow, someplace you have to crawl down into with a floor like a
futon and blankets and pillows. A recessed light or two, and enough
space to have some options in how one sleeps, but low and enclosed.
Not a tent, but something with earthen walls, maybe sandstone or the
like.
Hobbits have it right. The best home
is under a hill, away from the stream, but close to a well. There
should be places to keep vegetables and cheese and smoked meats. The
dining table will not have chairs, but be set down into a pit, and
people would simply sit at the edges with supports for the back and
big comfy towels instead of napkins.
Near the top of the hill will be a
terrace, which runs around the entire circumference. It will be wide
enough for one to lounge on comfortably, and look at the stars on
cool summer nights.
In the front yard (everything will be
the front yard, one of the advantages of a hill), will be a place
designed for roasting food. A series of holes dug and maintained,
with lots of fresh dirt and stone nearby. This will allow for all
sorts of cooking, around which gatherings can occur, or not, as the
day may call for. Everything from bread to pigs to vegetables to
fish to who knows what can be cooked there. On those days musicians
will wander the terrace, playing what suits them as friends share
food and drink below.
But mostly, it will be a place to be
warm, dry and comfortable, snug, cozy and worth exploring. Carefully
excavated and supported, I will call it home with a smile.
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