The Gypsy Caravan

If you've been coming here for awhile,

 

then by now you'd probably noticed how diverse I can be;

 

like a whirlwind; a case of multiple personalities...

 

as multiple and diverse, as my many blogs are...

 

And thus, there is the 'me' who lives in the house in the roses,

 

the dreamer who dwells in some mysterious woods somewhere,

 

the gardener, the witch, the gypsy and there's even a Mother Teresa too.

 

Well, OK, what can I say!

 

So here's to the gypsy me!

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, I had to have some roses too...

 

 

I have added some more luscious fabrics to my gypsy caravan;

a cute chandelier and some more baubles and bling for extra romance and fun...

 

 

 

 

 

I'm in love. Seriously. Madly. Deeply. 

Here are just a few shots of "The Cove"—our campgrounds last weekend...

soon after we arrived we we're enveloped by dusk...
 

The lake just a few steps from our trailer...

 

smooth and quiet

 

 as the earth prepared for a deep slumber.

And then... night.

 

The many wild animal sounds

 

Some familiar nocturnal noises,

 

such as the hoot of an owl or the sporadic chirping of crickets,

 

but also... the unidentified sounds after darkness

 

enveloping the land ever so mysteriously...

Safe inside... so lovely.

 

More soon! 

 

Hope you enjoyed our 'little' trip!

 

Cielo

 

Roses

Playing with my roses from Mother's Day...

 

 

 

 

Roses in such lovely color...

and they look so beautiful paired with my lavender colored pillows.

Soft and feminine, and I just love it!

 

  

 

And in the kitchen...

 

 

 

 

My favorite color of roses are the very light, creamy pinks, but no doubt there's romance, and songs and wings, and magic in lavender roses...

“How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

In the garden

So I went to see the Magical door today... stood in front if it for a long, long time, and waited; expecting magic to unfold before my eyes, whilst hoping, too, for an encounter with some mythical being... perhaps a mysterious wood fairy... an angel?

You know, the more time one spends in a magical garden, the more shadows and contours would come to life... so the eyes open to new dimensions and layers and worlds, and...

Oh, it must be spring!  There’s so much to see and to feel and to treasure outside right now, so much, in fact, that every moment I spend inside, or away from the garden, feels like a moment lost. Spring is indeed a magical thing.... and it is wild in me. My very heartbeat is the sudden music of birds-like angel voices.  My soles are soft with green; my hair petal colored.  Re-birth and resurrection is everywhere I look.  

Oh I believe I believe!

 

Nature is slowly creeping in... soon we'll be sleeping in roses...

I am utterly amazed by it all, swooning with love for all I see and hear and feel. 

 

 

I prefer coffee to tea, you? Even in warm summer afternoons I do have to have my cup of joy... and because I have a feeling you might show up around here, I've brewed some fresh coffee just for you.  We'll sit on the porch and talk about the splendor of spring, or how to capture and keep fairies, or maybe discuss about flowers and how to make some lovely wreath with them, or talk about the making of potpourri, herbs for the kitchen and and and...

What else can I say?  I'm breathing here, dreaming here, living here.  So if you need me, you know where I'll be...

Hope to see you around!