Descriptive on a house you Love

Looking out the passenger side window appears green pastures with a circle of isolated brown and ivory colored cattle. Driving down a long, narrow, wooded, and what appears to be dead end country road ; I suspensefully await a vivd memory. Although the front field is wildly overgrown with greenish brown thicket and trees she still stands;the faded barn red bus stop shelter where I waited for the school bus.The barely graveled driveway seems as long as the road.Situtated in the middle of ten acres is a worn and faded domicile but thats not how it revealed to me. The lengthy front porch bordering the entire front of the dark-clored house always enlightened with the sun an mama's brilliance. Aligned with taupe colored spindle rails that we would scramble through playing chase as children. Descending from the edge of the crest aligning the entire porch, were mama's cheerully tinted corded plant hangers. The vibrant green and white hues of spider plants with limbs flowing downward flaunting their offspring; just awaitng their own ceramic pot. It was always a joyful sitting one the large wood rockers watching the alluring orange and red country sunset. Upon entering the front door the aroma of savory red gravy,with a hint of basil, oregano , and meatballs consume me. My mother was italian so the kitchen was the heart of the home. Blue in color and with a goose decor is where she seemed to spend all her time. My two siblings and I would also be in the heart of the home, sitting adjacent on the brown leather covered bars stools conversing while she chopped seasonings on the butcher block island. This was her dream kitchen as she had described, "A kitchen I can dance in." Walking out the sliding glass doors on to the covered small holed screened back porch still hangs the swing.The swing hanging from the worn porch ceiling from lengthy slate colored chains; is where many evenings were spent snapping beans or shulking the silk off corn hoping not to see a juicy