Those of you that have been reading along here for any length of time know that my companion, Remi and I are both inveterate dreamers. We can’t help it. It is a glowing ribbon in the bind that links us together. Perhaps because we are both nomads who grew up with a foggy sense of home for varying reasons, one of our favorite dreams is of the “We Could Live Here” variety. We do it all the time. The games people play (kind of like my favorite “What would you choose to eat if you could only have three ingredients?” Avocado, chickpeas and roasted chicken is today’s answer)…
And so I didn’t bat an eye when Remi got that far-away look after finishing off a recent picnic in a vineyard on the outskirts of Uzes.
I followed his gaze to the ruin in front of us and knew what he was thinking before he said a word.
I watched him dreaming with all of the internal fervor as our puppers do when they run in their sleep.
Yes, we could open up that doorway. What is it? Renaissance period? Possibly.
And then that rather large window too, big enough to make a doorway, perhaps a little balcony could be added, a beacon over a sea of vines.
Of course, the roof would need to be redone…always a pricy affair…
Tick, tock, tick until his imaginings pulled him up from our comfortable perch in the shade and drew him like a magnet to make a closer inspection.
The dogs followed. Nosing the ground as they padded along behind.
I stayed where I was for the longest time. Watching Remi stroll with a glass of wine in hand.
King of his imaginary domain.
Until I too was bewitched enough to wander.
Delight swelled, blurred my vision, then stilled it.
The surprise of happiness.
It might never be where you expect it but a little dreaming is fine fire to the flame.
Isn’t it?
Wishing that your weekend ahead is filled with good.
And speaking of, to read Laurie Anderson’s moving and very beautiful tribute to her late Husband, Lou Reed, please click here.
I am. 🙂 Although with BOTH of us being dreamers, things can get out of hand!
Thank you Vicki, you too! And yes, that article, her perspective, gave me much to think about.
I picture a room that is positively moving with ladybugs!!! Holy canoli it must have taken awhile for them to move out into the wild blue yonder. Definitely easier to deal with than squiggly mantis babies but still…!!!
Oh my gosh Loree, that is so beautiful! I think you will like some of my posts next week. And I bet there are many houses to dream over on Malte…
Jo-Anne, I don't know if you saw my post a bit back called "Food E"? Deb Perelman has totally changed the way I cook. Simple but (hopefully) gooooood.
Wouldn't life be boring if we didn't dream every now and then? All the better if the dreams include something enchanting like a beautiful old ruined house or a soft purring cat!
I quite understand Ben and the grapes; those bunches look like they are waiting for a mouth to grab them; very seductive grapes 🙂 Your picnic looks yum too.
Ah yes, dreaming keeps us young at heart… and it doesn't cost a cent.
Happy weekend!
Oooh, that's really seductive…as long as it stays a dream. But what would be our world without it? Who is stealing our dreams gives us the death. (Konfuzius)
Hey Miss Heather?…..I just emailed you a photographof the damned thing. you can post it if you like. It IS, after all, a very good (if knitted) replia of a praying mantis. My only problem is that all the terriers here keep trying to get at it…..
Thus far, I've kept it away from them by keeping on top of a three foot tall cactus in the back kitchen.
—Uncle David