Back in the day when we lived in NYC I used to fantasize about living on a farm... hearing nothing but the sound of the breeze and an occasion cow mooing in the pasture. Well, living in the quiet that we are in now, that fantasy is loooong gone. With my overactive imagination, any little creek or peep in the house freaks me out. So, how about this - I'll take the farmhouse sink, but leave the farm. What a perfect compromise!