my little piece of forest

If I were given a plot of land, and had the financial means to do with that land as I pleased, I would turn it into a private forest, with my house lost somewhere in the middle.

I would bring in oaks and pines and intersperse a few giant sequoias.  It would be a dense tangle of trunks and have a veritable canopy of green overhead.  Some light would filter through the limbs and needles to fall on the earth below, but not much.  A stream would cut through the woods, large enough that I would need a bridge to cross it, but still small enough that I could wade across to cool down in the summer.

A single lane dirt road would cut through my forest to reach the cleared space I would leave for my home.  It would be a simply affair – just large enough for my family, with a wrap-around porch and a couple rocking chairs positioned strategically to catch the last of the sun setting as it disappeared beyond my tree filled utopia.

Simple, yes, but that is all I would really want.

Yeah, I think this would do just fine.