I look at these beautiful images of homes with not a thing out of place, and wonder does anyone live there?
Depsite a day long effort, my home is run down, with stains on the sofa, marks on the wall , a chip here and a crack there. In constant need of reconstruction!
Those rooms are perfect , but probably dont have stories of spilled drinks and broken glasses and dent in the leather.
Of my grandmother's armchair and my erratic gardening skills.
People move on but the tales are carried forward. That is life...that is how you remain alive.
PS The image is by a skilled photographer, who made even the mundane look magical !
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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