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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For Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by The Snow Melts Somewhere

45 Comments

  1. WOWWW. I would like one, please. I mean, not really, I don’t want that much responsibility, but if it’s not too much trouble, I should like someone I enjoy to have one, and then when the weather is lovely, I would like to spend a day or two enjoying the pleasure of their company in the scenery. How utterly beautiful!

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    1. Hihih, I like the spirit, Lois. A bit like squatters. Well, this was an open-door day so everything was prepared for random people such as myself dropping by… I wonder how a normal day there looks like. For sure there are people living in the house.

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  2. The socialist meadow is lovely and serene but I have to say that this garden and the home are what I think of as quintessentially Italian. I’d love to lounge in any of those settings with a book and a crisp, cold class of Soave wine and you, having a good chat about where to buy the best gelato.

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    1. Thank you, Cheryl! I must say that the lady of the garden was expecting me to leave. Not fancy enough, I’m afraid. 😀 (I must report that your post definitely do not appear in my Reader. Has anybody else told you this? I hope you didn’t block me. 😉 )

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      1. Of course not! I don’t know why that would be. No one else has mentioned it but I don’t receive all the notifications I used to either. WP has had some serious glitches lately.

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