I was sitting in my private boudoir in the country, err, I mean, a faraway bed and breakfast in some lovely other world...
It couldn't be my world, why, there was rain in this world. Water. Puddles, ponds, birds 'a bathing...
Droplets sounded like a dream. The clouds did not cease for two days and drizzles of water fell out of the sky in a place where water falling out of the sky really did seem other worldly. 107' F dropped to a high of 60'F.
Baby lemons were born...
Girls in ruffles hid under covered porches...
But soon abandoned the covered roofs to dance in the water droplets, as big full drops plunked on noses and toes... It was a little vacation before the party...
A place where you could skip through oleander coves...
Where beautiful reptiles frolic...
Vintagey flowers grow...
Buddha looks on in delight...
While abandonded quail eggs are collected and protected...
And the tune of Gypsies doing their laundry under a big mesquite tree rings through the moist air...
A peek across the tiny dead end road, to the garden of the front door neighboor, revealed white flowers blooming madly, as the clouds continued to gather... Did he know, how much she loved his flowers? How they made her smile every day as she stood on her porch?
As the sun began to set, there were sounds of little wheels, trailing through the dirt...
The looming night sky brought with it unexpected visitors through the arbor...
OH my! It was the gypsy film maker boys with their vino, tiny pianos and french horns. One might dream they were being serenaded...
They plunked down here and there, even in the tub!!
Sway with the gypsies, sing with the gypsies, for tomorrow they voyage in a true caravan to a place where they continue to make their film making dreams come true. Ahhh, adventures abound.
But for now - we sing and play into the night...
In the morning, the gypsies were gone. The traveling gypsy boys.
And the vacation twist had come to an end, without ever having to leave the country house.
Now, it was time to plan a party...
My mind's a flutttttter!! Party party party in my mind. And, there really is rain. Worth every moment of anticipation as it decided to stay, a rare occurence in these vast dry lands...
Off to play and party plan and revel in the weather...
(There is still oodles of time to sign up for the party - don't hesitate e-mailing me if you want to be on the list and you don't see your name, or if you don't want to be on the list and you see your name. I am a one woman show, and am bound to make an error or two or three)
♥,V
ps: I LOVED this duck story yesterday!!
pss: Ever heard of a walking, talking, attitude wearing, rain and wind hatin', closet raiding pooch? She is so not amused with the out of the ordinary cool snap we are having. And rain? fahgetaboutit, anything that might tussle her blonde mane makes her positively sulky... ;)