Of late I keep dreaming of a white bunglow with pink Bougainville arching its gate.
The gate opened to a lawn with a fragnant frangipani tree in one corner and wild roses covering the wall.
Strange that I should go back to that house even in my dreams.
I have lived in houses with gardens, and never thought much about them. Looked out for snakes, and yes I encountered quite a few. My friends joke I am a magnet for ghosts and snake. And hated the pollen season as it meant allergy and anti histamine.
So its strange that I should go back , like Manderlay minus the sinister.
With age I took to plants and balcony gardening.
I still struggle with flowers, but I love the green, the solo bird that visits. We now hold a conversation. Tell him about finding a partner!
Maybe it has, because it brings twigs even bits of pieces of celotape, to show me that it is building a home.
Life goes on.....My dreams go back in past....
Shows I am growing old... Finally!
Heidi lived in Alps with her Alms uncle - I read this story in a book that was called The Big Big Story Book and it had a compilation of amazing stories that were my first foray into the world of English story books. Recently on a long flight I watched the movie much to delight of the young steward who was our attendant that night. My first glimpse of the Alps was from our flight ...the dawn breaking to spread the orange hues over the snowy terrain...looked mesmerizing even to someone who is not too fond of the mountains. Switzerland was beautiful, with its manicured terrain and flowers like pretty maids all in a row, picture perfect setting and breathtaking, like a touch me not porcelain beauty. Coming from my "elo melo" city I wondered how people managed to keep a country so organized , I have trouble keeping my room in ship shape...... No, I would not like to live there ......it's too distant and too cold ,but what I will carry in my heart is the awesome time .......
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