A little secret space...
Under a great big tree.
This is where we meet to dream, on these hot summer days.
Colors and textures and sounds intertwine with warm breeze...
Chirping birds gather above, as hummingbirds come right up to you, wings buzzing about.
Lovely shade...
A little boudoir...
Graced by filtered sun light.
Where we serve tea...
And treats.
We sing, and dress, and lollygag in our best...
Barefoot.
Wavy long disheveled hair.
Our jewels beckon the fairies with their own twinkling tune...
Treasures meet earth and dirt.
We dream up this and that...
Spells, herbs, miracles, magic...
Spells and Wish labels, always at the ready.
Draping on collections...
Coins, carnelian, turquoise, citrine, mother of pearl...
Someone likes this lifestyle.
Most certainly.
Smiling all day.
Whilst his big little brother sleeps amongst the pumpkin vines that creep around the big tree.
We pick the first zinnias and dahlias...
Marigolds too.
Passion fruit vines swirl up the tree...
While black eyed susans, mint and nasturtium cozy up together.
Right under the canopy of branch and leaf.
That's where you will find us...
On these hot summer days...
Catching waves of dreams, dangling off giant moon beams.
And always, always...
Serving hot tea.
At a quarter past 3.
With biscuits and fig jam.
Fig jam made by mombie, from the hugest fig tree I have ever seen, living in her garden.
Where she and dad collect buckets and buckets of figs.
And then, there is jam.
Jam for us dreamers.
Dreamers who wander through thoughts.
Accepting complexities of life, and learning just to be.
This is the task of us tender hearted dreamers, you see.
The quest of quests.
To enjoy this life, with a free happy soul.
Content.
With big breaths.
Song in the wind.
Hope in the heart.
That is what these dreamers dream.
For us...
And for you.
Always.
xoxo
