Wednesday, February 1, 2012

imaginings...


trumpet vines in the mist and fog. a rusty fence. weathered wood. nothing much, in the grand scheme of things, but still i like to look at it. it makes me feel comforted, like looking at an illustration in a children's book, about mice who run a bake shop. (their specialty is carrot cake.) i think they live in a cottage surrounded by a worn fence, draped in trumpet vines...


20 comments:

Joyce said...

It sounds like a comfy place to live. xo

Laura said...

Beautiful my friend. Please stop by my blog, I have something waiting there for you:-)

Nancy said...

I like your imaginings. And I love me some carrot cake :)

Ostriches Look Funny said...

EEK! I love this!
I know what you mean, about seeing things that you just know have secrets. It's delicious.

deb colarossi said...

It's a sense of enchantment and it's the stuff of joy isn't it? Of hope.

and I hope I fixed that glitch -so weird, I don't remember changing it?

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh yes, I see what you mean. I've always loved vines draped over weathered wood, and this one is special, because you saw the wonder of it, and shared it with us.
Luv, K

Loree said...

It sounds like mice heaven :) you have shown us beauty in the ordinary.

DeborahJoy said...

I want to hear more of that story about the mice.
(spooky - the word verification I've been asked for today is 'hearcat' - beware, little mice!)

ayala said...

Beautiful!!!!!!!!

rebecca said...

i would love to spend an afternoon whiling away the hours beside you sharing trumpet vine covered stories!

Elizabeth said...

That sounds vaguely familiar to me -- I always did love picture books and stories where the animals lived in cozy little houses --

Nancy said...

I just climb into this picture with a good book and some carrot cake and be very happy....Want to join me for some tea....? Oh yea, that's your fence and vine,,may I join you?

I hope you have a great day....and a moment to slip away to that special place....

Tracy said...

A heart-home is such a place as this...a great place to camp out for a while...I'll hop the fence and meet you there. ;o) It's the little things that mean a lot, don't they? Even just a trail of trumpet vine can make a day... Happy Days, Leslie ((HUGS))

Tatjana Parkacheva said...

Beautiful photo.

Regards and best wishes

keLi said...

love how you find beauty in the "nothing much," friend. hope you are well...

becky said...

Oh, those trumpet vines are voracious...they'll swallow a whole house if you let them!

Senna said...

We have at the moment minus 20°C and from such photograph we can only dream on :) Best regards Senna

Kala said...

I like how your imagination works Leslie. Wonderful shot of the trumpet vine blooming.

S. Etole said...

I almost missed this one for some reason. That would have been a bummer!

Love looking at illustrations in children's books. And your fence is perfect for imaginings.

Jodi said...

I want to hear the rest of the story about the bakery mice. xx