If all else fails

If my personal economic crisis fails to resolve then I am moving into this photo that is pinned to the wall. If the farm and the sheds and the gardens and the meadow and the children and the dog and the plants and the trees and the space have to go ... then I'll be heading into this attic space, alone. No hassles, no worries, no lists of things to do, no machinery, woodchopping, children or animals, no clocks or compass or obligations of any kind.

I'll just perch on the old leather sofa with the laptop and work, enjoy the oak boards and painted brick, stoke the fire, bathe in the warmth of the skylight, meditate in the easy chair ...