We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name." --Bliss Carman, A Vagabond Song (https://www.bartleby.com/104/24.html)
For a long time I've wanted a gypsy wagon (in Romani a vardo) to transform into a writing retreat. I found the dream version, pictured below, on Pinterest. The red hat on the left above the tea table brings to memory last week's visit with a dear friend who wore a similar chapeau as we sat under the deck umbrella on a perfect cloudless Thursday afternoon, sipping Aperol Spritzes, nibbling snacks, exchanging long-delayed birthday presents (we're both Virgos, the same age, and love odd pretty things) and reminiscing about our decades-long, always-joyous association. I can imagine us taking tea in that picture, with perhaps a dainty crystal glass of Chambord or St. Germain on the side. Wishing everyone the joy of knowing someone for many years, always surprised by new shimmering facets.