Camelot, my Camelot…a castle to call my own…or just…a cabanon.
I was thinking earlier today that my life has hardly been linear. And while I know in my head that every moment has been a result of a previous choice plus the occasional bolt of luck, looking back it does seem all over the map. Literally. Nomad me, even in society.
So perhaps that is why I long for something solid, a little hideaway to call my own where I can live as I please. One that won’t suddenly disappear and will offer the same joys year after year.
My companion, whose jolts and dashes have been erratic as mine, feels the same. So we go hunting, cabanon hunting in Provence. It seems the perfect landscape, lavender fields, olive groves. And there they are, those often abandoned buildings, small enough to be our doll’s house. Just the size for dreaming and an afternoon nap.
We scour them out, we chase across distant fields to find them. In our minds we fix them up, we argue over where the kitchen would go. We own them even if it is only in our cabanon dreams.
I don’t need a castle. Nor perfection or idealism. No swords drawn out of a rock. Or miracles at all save for the everyday kind…
Shaking out the sheets on a line, pulling tomatoes, toes buried in the grass next to the one I love.
I am not there yet, but I am not far either. If my life has not been linear, who knows, perhaps I am closer than I think?
Today’s post was my little “Hello!” as part of the series By Invitation Only, in which bloggers around the world share their interpretations on a common theme, this month’s being “Camelot.”
To see the other wonderful posts, please do click here. There are such talented women in this group and we will be on break until September.
Come on, there is nothing wrong with dreaming is there?
Thank you for the perspective, Michel–I promise to keep that in mind!! Solid, solid advice.
Exactly, Naomi! We love the hunt. Who knows if it will ever happen but the hunt gives us hope…and I will ALWAYS choose a smaller space than a bigger one, that is just me…
Thank you so much for bringing us all together, dear Marsha! And yes, this is very Remi too. We are both such dreamers and have a distinct longing to "save" the forgotten and abandoned. I love imagining you at home with your dogs, calm and content…
Love,
H
Oh Gina, I thought that they were all so beautiful this time around! But thank you…
Simple dreams are the most beautiful. Me and Mr like to climb over hedges and scout old buildings: he found an old viaduct and talked of putting a roof over it, that was a good bit of dreaming! x
These are all gorgeous in their own way, but that penultimate one, surrounded by tall trees calls to me. And the photo before it: what a gorgeous scene! Oh Heather I do hope you find the cabanon of yours and Remi's dreams!
Any of those will do!I will sleep outside when I come to visit!
xoxo
Hello Heather
Your search for a cabanon and the dream is one that re-occurs with me. Keep dreaming and it will happen. Like you, I have no desire for a mansion or large home and the smaller more efficient spaces appeal.
Thank you for this beautiful escape to your corner of paradise
Helen xx
Every one of the cabanons you picture in this post, and their surrounding countryside, is so enticing! As long as Scott and I have been committed to each other, we have pictured ourselves living in what we have called a matchbox: a small dwelling that just fits us, that we make our beautiful own. Now I know the French word for that dream! As different as our paths are right now, we are fellow travelers, Heather! Fondly, Leslie in Portland, Oregon
P.S. Thank you too for the video–I look forward to listening to it at full throttle tomorrow, when there are no sleepers around!
Lovely!