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Thursday, 1 May 2014
Time out in "It's a Wonderful Place"
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Sometimes I like to play make-believe. And in my make-believe . . . I always live in my own little cottage at the end of a winding road, smack dab in the middle of "It's a Wonderful Place."
All the windows and doors would be festooned with climbing roses and vines . . . so inviting. Passer's by would fall in love at first glance and wish that they could live there too.
"Come on in I would say," as I took my wellies off and stood them by the back door. "I've just been to the garden and picked us a feast. Come . . . sit . . . stay a while."
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And into the kitchen we would go. The kettle would be boiling and I'd brew us up a nice hot cup of something refreshing and invigorating . . . perhaps some Lemon Balm Tea, using the leaves of lemon balm, picked fresh from the garden today.
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And we would chat as we sat at my well worn table and nibbled on fresh and crumbly rock cakes and sweet berries, washed down with hot cups of tea . . . while golden sunlight filtered through my lace curtained windows, bathing all in it's warm sweet light . . .
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I'm sorry my petite Minette . . . no rock cakes for you, but perhaps a bowl of cream later on if you are a very, very good girl . . . your charms will not get you very far . . .
oh go on then, but just a smidgen . . . a tiny crumb . . .
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Perhaps you would love to come out into my garden for a little wander about . . . just to see what we've been working on? Come . . . let us burn off some of the calories from those lovely rockcakes . . .
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Yes . . . you can come too, but do behave like the lady that I know you are and can be . . .
How can I resist those little baby blues . . . tis impossible to do. Could you?
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The garden is doing very well this year . . . it is filled to overflowing with lots of greenery and beautiful blooms. Perfect for cutting and placing into the many vases I keep around the cottage, bringing a just bit of the outdoors in . . . for all to enjoy . . .
Don't you just love the smell of laundry that has been hung out on the line? Me too . . . me too . . .
Every corner delights and invites . . .
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There is a space for everyone and everything in my garden . . . little welcoming spots, small havens, for all creatures great and small . . .
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They all have their individual charms and give back far more than they take. Joy.
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We wander and we chatter away for so long . . . embracing the peace and the beauty of this day . . . that before we know it, the sun begins to sink in the sky. Won't you stay for some supper I ask . . . and perhaps for the night? How can you resist such an invitation. You cannot of course . . .
How could YOU ever put me out. Tis impossible, truly impossible. Me Casa Sous Casa . . .
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And we wander back through the trees . . . Todd has so kindly lit our way ahead of us. No worries, they will burn themselves out before the morning comes. No harm is done . . . just magic.
At "It's a Wonderful Place," the evenings can get quite chilly oftimes. That's because we like to sup by firelight . . . the smell of burning applewood encircling the room, cosying it up . . . supping on a fine repast to the snap and crackle of the logs in the grate . . . soup and bread . . . and cheese for afters . . .
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And then a relax and a chat in a big comfy chair . . . an evening spent in quiet and genteel conversation . . .
It's amazing how tired spending an afternoon out of doors wandering makes you . . . which room would you like to retire in for the night?
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The rose room is quite cosy with a big fluffy bed . . .
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Then again, all the rooms are cosy and inviting. This is my dream cottage after all . . .
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Shooo . . . shooo . . . Minou . . . it's not for you!
I hope you sleep well . . . guess what's for breakfast?
Lemon Curd Stuffed French Toast . . . with fresh berries.
Nighty night. Sleep tight.
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It sounds idyllic, and I love the pictures that accompany this post.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tracey. It was a bit idyllic but fun to imagine. xx
ReplyDeleteOh that chair!!! Want.
ReplyDeleteI want to live in the cottage next door Marie, it's all so beautiful! Much love xxx
ReplyDeleteMarie....I could live in these homes and rooms...I have these dreams also.
ReplyDeleteI would gladly join you there in a cottage like that. I love my home and the little garden space I have, but to be in the country would be my dream. Here we are very close to neighbors and I'd love a little more space but then at my age I wouldn't be able to take care of it all, but it's always nice to dream.
ReplyDeleteWhat a special picture you paint. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSweet sweet!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. It never hurts to dream a little dream. Sorry I have been away today and haven't had time to respond to each comment individually. I am home now, and tired, but grateful for the day I have had and for all of you. xxoo
ReplyDeleteAs always just a lovely dream Marie...now I will be going to bed soon, and I can lie dreaming about my dream house !!
ReplyDeleteThank you as always xxxx
God Bless x
ReplyDeleteMarie thanks for the invite. What a wonderful visit I had. Such a good night sleep and what a breakfast. I just hope that I can come again.((HUGS))
Thank you Sybil and Cathy Jo. You know you would be welcome any time! xxoo
ReplyDeleteThe breakfast sounds so yummy. I would really like to make a visit to your dream cottage. I wonder if we were born too late. I want to go back to the simpler times. I loved the 50's and 60's. Life now is just too complicated for me. Oh, well I will make the best of it. I loved being at your cottage today.
ReplyDeleteBlessings for some very sweet feelings.
Love, hugs and blessings for you!
Thanks LeAnn, same to you and yours. xxoo
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