I sometimes fantasize of living on a farm, away from the noise and busyness of the city. In my fantasy I'm never exhausted or feeling overworked. In fact time is expansive and the weather is always exactly perfect in my dream world. A day spent at some local organic farms gave texture to the fantasy.
Visiting the farm is really more my style. I prefer my fantasy to the gritty reality. The smell as much as the work.
I'm gathering items for my vintage swap partner. I'd intended to trade from my abundant stash but I may need to visit a thrift store before I send the gathered treasures on their way.