If you had six months with no obligations or financial constraints, what would you do with the time?

A response in honor of Spring:

If I had six months with no financial constraints, I would have technologically astounding greenhouse gardens set up in the four corners of the world and along every tangent of the globe to cultivate the plants that each particular region is famous for. The gardeners would hail from families who have maintained the secrets of mastering their local produce over the centuries, those horticultural Michaelangelos responsible for such chefs d'oeuvre as specialty chai, clementines, and decent lite beer. These gardens would also provide uber-feed for the prize animals valued in each area, so as to satisfy those with carnivorous tendencies and dairy fiends like myself.

Leaving the experts to tend to the flocks and flora, I would take a little tropical cruise down Hades way to tempt the king of the underworld himself with an invitation to the grandest, most sumptuous feast since the days of Solomon, and, waving the invite under his nose, would insist that he could by no means come without a contented Miss Persephone, thereby coaxing out his best behavior and ensuring that her tender season would not be delayed unnecessarily.

Next I would retreat to my beloved field of poppies with a hoarde of eye-candy muscle men in tow, armed with electric stimulators *ahem* to work my muscles into shape the lazy way while I loll about buttering up my supple skin. Thus will I be able to work the runway enough to win over those "traditional" judges come time for the Queen of the Maize contest.

At the end of the six months, my gardens bursting with ripeness and my gardeners with pride, all shall be gathered together for days and nights of revelry and bounty, the tables heaped with succulent dishes and shimmering gourmandises. The brilliance of indulgence maintained with the forethought to prepare said gardens for renewable harvests, we spoil ourselves to the point of drunkenness and sleep, our softly sighing mouths relaxed into smiles of promise.

Here is my tome, ladies and gentlemen; forget keeping your elbows off the table... Have at it!

*caresses away a glistening tear*