I want a lavender kind of day. You know what mean? The kind of day that is filled with whimsy and croquette. With lemonade or tea served outdoors under a big trees where the leaves are just starting to change and there’s a nice breeze that will later call for a sweater, don’t cha just love those days? A lavender day would have books of poetry and open journals with dip pen handy and proses about love and life and music and art…deep thoughts written down on paper, paper that will yellow over time to be found someday by someone at a flea market or yard sale in an old trunk covered in travel stickers that read…Paris and Egypt and Maine! An old trunk that holds a million secrets that has set for years and years in the corner of an old dusty attic with piles of discarded books also yellowed and piles of moth holed blankets housing inside forever safe the thoughts written way back when… The finder of such a thing will no doubt think they have stumbled upon the best treasure of all time and sit under a big tree where the leaves have just started to change and there’s a nice breeze that will later call for a sweater and there they will sit reading and picturing in their mind the tea time and the croquette, reading the poems again and again, the secrets, the deep thoughts on paper now yellowed with age.
Yeah, I want a lavender kind of day. I hope your day is all you want it to be and I hope you can stop by again tomorrow!! Much Peace Love Art 😀