Basic Whimsy 101

What does a person require in this world but something to do, somewhere to live, and someone to love? In that department, then... I'm rich beyond measure. Everywhere I look lie tasks, projects, chores, work..work...work... Not really my work, but something to do, nonetheless.

I have a place to live. My day bed in the dining room window gives me full access to my moon in the mornings. I can watch swift rains swoop over the prairie, ropy waves of spring storms, flickering lightning. It's fine.

And oh, how I love the family, friends, blog sisters, and dear ones in my life. I guess I'm set!

And yet...

 

Old restless gypsy spring invades my spirit. I see myself riding in a painted wagon, bracelets chiming, wind in my hair, ponies with ribbons streaming from their manes. I think I'd want spices and luscious oils in my cart. Can you imagine the air in spring combined with secret essences mined from nature's treasures? I'd want a cat, but a dog might like the journey better and be more content... Ahhhhhhh...... Pooh... I'll just brew a hot cuppa and settle in for my favorite hour on TV... Hallmark's a Good Witch is only 76 minutes away...