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.
Oh Edgar, I am just getting back to this now that we have returned and must say that…our lives are full of plenty of very real struggles. But the loveliest moments? We try to appreciate them for what they are.
Please do!!!
We also build imaginary houses: converted shipping containers are the latest delight 🙂
So beautiful Heather and if reminds me of a special dream you once shared with me…wondering if it is still flickering around in dreamland? xx
You had me dreaming right along with you x
Dreaming is one least explored area of creativity.
Half opened windows invite curiosity, eyes have their own stories.
Vineyards of infinity and first love.
Heather,are you and Remi really walking a dream?
Thanks for this beautiful post. Your photos are amazing. I looove chick peas, so I'm all over that. And the grapes? Sigh…
Thanks for this beautiful post. Your photos are amazing. I looove chick peas, so I'm all over that. And the grapes? Sigh…
I think I may post about that…
Simply beautiful, dear Heather! I miss my drives through the vineyards this year, weather is just awful, grey and rainy since weeks……! So, your post is very uplifting on a grey Sunday. Please, please send a bit of your blue sky and some sun rays up to the Périgord!
Bisou – karin