Friendly dreamy Friday

Because Snow who Melts Somewhere says we must dream.

I invite her and all the dreamers to come away with me, but especially the girl I knew as Dreamy who writes poetry and survives at Robin Dalton: a lingering rose, and another by the name of Julie at Wish I Were Here who writes like a dream. Every time I finish a post of hers, I feel lifted up where we all belong.

But now to the hidden garden. When people, especially in Slovenia, hear that I live in Tuscany, they must imagine something like this. Well, one can dream.

No, this isn’t my garden. I wish. It is part of the private property in Pescia Fiorentina near Niki de Saint Phalle’s Tarot Garden (Il giardino dei tarocchi) fifteen minutes from me that had an open door day last June so I pounced.

Upon return I had to admit to amore barely audibly, teeth grinding, that capitalism might not be all that bad.

Still, the thing I loved best was not any luxurious sitting arrangement or swimming pool but the very socialist meadow in the featured photo, the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.

And yet, imagine all this is yours.

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  When I looked to the left from the path and saw this, I proceeded thinking this was not it. But after I made a full circle I ended up here again.

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  I went too far, found these and thought that was it.

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  Pretty, no complaints here.

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  But then the garden went on.

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  Through happy June flora.

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  So many places to sit and practically no visitors, but I was early. This is eucalyptus.

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  The view through and out.

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  The boat under a tree house.

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  Several hidden and not so hidden statues.

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  Quite zen.

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  And this is where I found my meadow.

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  Well, yes, there was this swimming pool.

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  Quite a cute swimming pool, actually.

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  But look at the meadow!

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  The path continued up.

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  A pigeon house among the olives. (I believe.)

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  Such lovely nooks.

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  And nobody sitting.

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  The lady of the garden approached me, learned that I was not from Rome (obviously a status symbol) and lost interest…

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  …so I left high society behind and was on my way. Goodbye, pretty garden. I hope somebody is using you.

For Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by The Snow Melts Somewhere