Wide open spaces. Orchards. The rustle of wind in the trees. I’ve been craving these things lately, so much that I’m beginning to wander if I need to consider moving to a home with a little farm or garden. At the same time, I do love my big city apartment and all the excitement being in a place like Washington, DC brings.
So instead, I’m considering injecting some old-fashioned farm style into my current pad, starting with a wood farm table. Wood and I have a love affair going on. I wonder if it’s because I’m an Earth sign — it just sings to me. The creativity flows when I write at a wooden desk or table. And the more rustic, the more enchanted I become.