Dreaming on laundry day

"Where there is no vision, the people perish" (The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie)

A lifelong dream of mine has been to live in a "pretty" place. A place full of trees and birdsong. A small little town tucked away far from heavy traffic and the bustle and hustle of the city. In my dreams I see cobblestoned narrow streets, and I can hear my footsteps as I come back from the market, with the smell of fresh bread lingering on my hair.

It's not that my town is "ugly" it's just that it's not my ideal setting. I do have a garden, and even though it's fairly small, I am thankful for the bit of green where I can place my swing, a fountain, and watch the birds splash with joy in the birdbath.  The problem is everyone is too close to one another. I dream to get out to my garden and not be practically on top of a neighbor.

I don't really care about what type of house I'd have, although, a cozy cottatge would not be unwelcome ;) it's the setting I dream about. One can paint the walls, add a room or two, hang a curtain, light a candle, and any house becomes a home, but how can one change the streets? How can one transform the huge modern shops into quaint, cozy ones full of wonderful treasures? It's a far cry indeed!

As the years go by, there are days when I become almost frantic. I want to get there while I'm still young(ish)! Time is running! My biological clock is ticking! I want to move to my dream town soon and while I still have strength to putter around the garden and actually be able to dig and plant! but for now, we are here. I must be patient and not despair. I keep thinking good things come to those who wait.  

In the meantime, my solution is to daydream, to try and block reality as often as I can, and so, this morning while I was hanging the sheets on the clothesline I found myself far away, I was in that special place.  I looked up and my dreams were there, beautiful invisible flags hanging amidst the white sheets...

Photo by Eugenio Recuenco