I love the woods. Living in a small cabin, deep in a green forest with a stream running close to the cabin is, to me, a lovely idea. If I could, I would have a summer cabin like this. I want to sit under the eave of the cabin, with my loom and weave the hours away while listening to the wind blowing through the trees and the stream gurgling as it runs past the cabin. At night, I would drink hot chocolate while reading and/or writing by the light of the fire in the hearth. Doesn't that sound idyllic? Of course, I might get bored weaving every hour of every day, so I would also have a garden to tend, I would learn to spin and I would take long walks through the woods.
What a lovely idea. Of course, I know that living this way has its hazards. There are wild animals to fear, one must hunt for food, there are the elements to fight, and I suppose after a while, I would get lonely. I don't really like the idea of wild animals or being at the mercy of the elements, but to live that way I would have to accept such realities. Plus, I like clean clothes, but I don't fancy the idea of hand scrubbing everything.
After much thinking, I realized I want to be an elf who lives in Tolkien's Middle Earth. They live in beauty and have much control of their environment. The elements do not bother them and they are skilled in protecting themselves if something evil should cross their borders. Yes, I want to be a Rivendell Elf. Surrounded by beauty, art and music.
September 22 is Hobbit Day. I plan on celebrating Hobbit Day by not wearing shoes, making and eating seed cake and not having any adventures or doing anything unexpected. Since I'm not into the brewing of ale or the smoking of pipeweed, I will brew root beer and light a scented candle in whose fragrance I can enjoy.
Of course there will be real life to attend to and I will be required to drive kids to school, home from school, and to the various activities that several of them have that evening. No matter. A Hobbit does not let such things dampen their spirits when it is a day of celebration.
My dream home:
photograph by Nuno Silva