Dream With Me

Dreams are wishes waiting to become reality.
Or at least that's what they say.
Mine are more like dreams that will remain dreams.
Because in my dreams...

This is my house.

This is my kitchen. 

This is my library. (Yes, that is a secret compartment.)

This is my laundry room. 

This is the nice family room. (Traditionally we have one nice family room and one eh..not so nice family room?) 

This is the foyer. Slash where people can put on their shoes, or just sit and talk while they watch their kids play outside on the tire swing. 

This is the gate leading to the garden. (And the romantic gazebo. Tehe.)

These are the trees that line my drive way. 



And these are the jars that hang from one of the trees in my garden.

And THAT ladies and gentlemen, was my imagination running wild.