my dream house

I hanker after a rural lifestyle that includes petunias in tractor tires painted white. The plan has long been that sometime (in the distant future) when I am decrepit, I will move my trailer onto a piece of Ozark woodland and convince all my friends to join me. We will have a central cookhouse (or cooktrailer)and hired help to cook in it and drive us to the doctors' in Springfield or Memphis. Or maybe we'll have a plane.
Never have I seen this dream so fully realized as in this picture sent to me by my West Plaines, Mo., correspondent. Of course, all those stairs with the canes and wheelchairs won't work, and there's the tornado problem. But wouldn't it be fun? I'm accepting checks for the land fund for those who want to reserve their little piece of paradise now. Plan ahead. I have seen a mailbox made out of a cowboy boot. I know where there are a bunch of cowboy boots. . .