I like woods, ocean, desert. But lived for 20 years with a lot full of mature oaks. Yes, I loved the wildlife (except the deer eating the flowers), but the oak leaves were a huge mission every fall. They start falling, then continue falling, then fall a bit more. Then it frosts and most of the rest of them fall. Then spring finally comes and the last of them fall.
I just really like the idea of being on a homestead (yes, with some trees!) out in the middle of nowhere, like an island in the middle of the ocean or an oasis in the desert. It'll probably never happen, but that's my ideal.
