So much love, a window seat in the sun in a kitchen full of story, a gaggle of chickens, time (the sort that seeks to fill the hour not the year), flowers spilling out from bright corners, a chair placed just so. Life with kids free as birds on a rope swing, with dogs that found you as much as you found them, and a storybook pony, and jelly slice sweet on your tongue. Life with the kindest heart-centred children, because you showed them how to be so. The luck that is borne of hard work, the daily side-by-side in the muddy ruts, that builds the beautiful dream. Open fields to lose yourself in, and the dearest hearts to find you again. Bales of fresh hay between the earth and the sky. The horizon that hears laughter and tears, and holds them both beautiful.
Look after the pennies, look after the pennies, the secret is not in the pounds.