in the French countryside...
I see an abundance of greenery
with splashes of color at the windows,
which of course, are always open.
which of course, are always open.
(there are no insects in my dreams)
I pick fresh flowers from the gardens
for every room, every day
using simple stoneware to contain their blooms.
there are large windows
to welcome in the morning sunshine,
and a winding staircase
rustic wooden benches blend with nature
and the fragrance of lavender
floats through the air.
I savor my morning cup of black coffee,
and maybe a small croissant with jam,
while watching the morning mist lift away at sunrise.
and maybe a small croissant with jam,
while watching the morning mist lift away at sunrise.
there's a stash of practical vintage linens
to use with the elegant unmatched crockery.
I enjoy all the local cheeses,
pairing them with crackers and bread
from the village boulangerie,
and visit a nearby vineyard
to purchase their fruity table wines.
the mode of transportation for these errands...
french chic meets peasant style,
are simple but hearty,
under the late afternoon sun,
where easy conversation continues
long after sunset gives way to twilight,
and the first stars appear.
long after sunset gives way to twilight,
and the first stars appear.
sounds good doesn't it...
I like the pink bike.
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