I’ve got the American Dream but with a little flare. My white picket fence is more like cedar posts with woven wire. My society determined average of 2.5 kids looks more like a recently placed child from foster care. My suburban wife is a butchy cheesemaker that wears muddy boots.
The driveway is gravel. There’s a small chunk of the siding that flaps a little when it gets windy. The trees whistle and the wind chimes create a loud chorus of beauty when a storm brews.
The sunsets vary depending on the time of year. They look and feel different. I prefer the brightness and hopefulness that winter sunsets bring. They are still.
The cars have AWD and winter tires that are on for half the year. My better half spent what seemed like forever determining the best winter tires available. My ‘everyday shoe’ is a lightweight (2lbs!) boot that can go to -30 degrees quite comfortably.
The air smells of wood stove, cedar chests, and dirt. When I do the laundry a handful of work clothes will have the distinct smell from cheese making. Which reminds me, that the laundry gets spread out so that the water pump has time to refill from the water well.
My white picket fence is everything it needs to be.