We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
On discontinued old county gravel road--now a gravel driveway. Kinda off to the side of the gravel! In the Rocky Mountain West ranch country. Wouldn't you know it--first time in two weeks anyone came to visit--after dinner, after dark, etc., etc.
Is every responder on this thread a male? it kind of seems like it.
As a woman, wildflower meadow appeals to me. I can imagine the smell of the grass and fields and flowers. And it would be soft. A beach would be even better though, with the roar of the surf and the smell of the ocean. There's something powerful about being near the sea. If sand bothers you, bring a big blanket.