If I were made to name any place as heaven on earth, it would undoubtedly be my grandparents’ home. They live on a small but picturesque farmhouse located on a hill. For as long as I can remember I have spent at least a month there every summer. I can’t think of a better place to be where I would be surrounded by tall pine trees and an endless array of fragrant flowers and be pampered everyday by my adoring grandparents.
The cherry on top of the cake is that they also own a few horses. My favourite among them is a mare called Chestnut, who has a silky auburn coat to suit her name. To be riding Chestnut and feeling the cold wind on my cheeks in early morning makes me feel as though fresh energy has enthused my body. Only after this experience I am able to do justice to my grandmother’s hearty breakfast of spicy omelettes and mango milkshakes.
The rest of my day usually passes by in a flurry of activity either engaging in board games with my cousins or accompanying my grandfather as he oversees the rest of the farmhouse. No detail is too small for him. It is largely because of his discerning eye that the farmhouse is being run so well. The workers tend to their work dutifully because they don’t want to disappoint him.
Evenings at the farmhouse are often spent indulging in walks on beautiful tracks shaded by tall trees through which the sun peeks through before finally setting. If an overcast sky doesn’t permit outdoor activity, then my cousins and I busy ourselves with various board games. On one particular stormy night, we decided to watch a thriller but halfway through the film I realized that I was the only one left still watching it. The rest of my cousins had got scared and left one by one.
The best part of my grandparents’ farmhouse is that I know I will always be welcomed here with love and affection. It is a place where I can appreciate nature at its best as well as spend quality time with my family. There isn’t any other single place that I can think of that would be heaven on earth for me.