We do some of our best "farm dreaming" in the early hours of the morning between 3 and 5AM. One of our overgrown puppies still can't quite make it through and entire night, and so right on schedule at 3AM he begins to whine.
Fortunately for me, my dear sweet fireman is accustomed to leaping out of bed and getting dressed in only a few seconds. So typically he is the one who takes our furry child downstairs and waits patiently while he sniffs around the snow covered trees in our small suburban yard.
I usually lie half awake in bed tucked under the duvet, waiting for his return and allowing my mind to wander. This week, I have been anticipating the farm property we will view on Saturday. It's a Power of Sale, which is good in some ways and bad in others. There may be some flexibility on price, however the downside is that we would have to go in with a firm offer.
As my dear sweet fireman crawls back into bed, I typically snuggle into his side, trying to warm up his cold feet. We whisper into the night our thoughts; how the barn would look with a new coat of paint; whether or not we could keep alpacas, or Highland cattle, or sheep; on whose job it will be to collect the honey from our bees.
He talks of foundation walls, and additions, framing and roof trusses. He whispers with enthusiasm about geothermal flooring and outdoor wood furnaces.
I smile in the dark, and know that if we continue to dream, it will eventually come.