This is the veranda of the Karen Blixen House, Kenya. I would fill it with rocking chairs.... lots and lots of rocking chairs. And a few little tables to hold a pitcher of iced tea and a can of bug spray. No.... wait.... there are NO flying bugs in this dream. Only butterflies. Pretty ones. Not the ugly brown ones that look like moths. And birds. Lots of pretty birds that chirp sweetly but don't scream when I'm sleeping.