The guests had all gone. She spent days with them, running here and there. But, now it was time to rest her head, and have a few dreams. Creatures looming, telling her tales, reminding her of what their little faces look like. In the depths of her sleep, she heard a haunting tune… She hopped out of her fluffy white cloud. The only sign that she had been there, peacefully sleeping, was her abandonded 1800’s crown…
It was dawn. The birds had just begun their chatter. Dew still hovering over natures new patches of green… The girl could not be stopped. She was entranced, beckoned by the tune… Could it be the Faun? She started on the path…
She could see movement in the trees. A little creature ran from her, hiding… Leaving his French Horn behind…
She couldn’t resist. She wanted to touch the instrument. She fell in love with it instantly. It had a lingering design in the metal… So beautiful, she thought…
All of a sudden, she found herself distracted… Passed the dancing beauties, ran all the little critters. Bunnies and birds… They all skipped towards a pasture…
She wanted to join them. But, she knew she would have to cross the giant Prickly Pear, leaving a gift behind in the old old old wheelbarrow. She quickly made a head crown of leaves and flowers, tossing it into the wheelbarrow, and scurried through the towering cacti.
She tried not to look from side to side, as the cacti where very intimidating…
The sun was peeking over the mountains, and the dew seemed to sparkle, like the dust of jewels. She had made it to where the furry critters were gathering… She gasped at the beauty. She hid behind a bush, watching… There she saw St. Francis…
She knelt in the moist ground, little fungi friends scattered here and there…
Alas, she knew, it was time to leave the furry critters behind. She felt she was invading their space… She tip-toed away, and continued her search.. But, what was she searching for? A tune had drawn her near… What would she find? It didn’t matter, it was so beautiful outside…
She happily passed the sculptural windmill, and went under the drooping tree. It was time to say a quick hello to the tree of life (work in progress). Her ripe belly looked as if it would just burst…
On and on she walked… Passing many prayerful creatures…. Some even missing their head…
She could hear the ring-around-the-rosie girls… They sang all day.. Swaying back and forth, "Hi girls" they all waved…
So many new little flowers…
In the distance she could see, the little flower bud seat, and she seemed to know, the reason for this journey was near…
A thoughtful stop at the prayer place. A place she actually refers to as her "sanctuary…"
Now, she was in a bit of a hurry, as she really was certain, there was something magical happening in the garden. She made a quick jaunt, passed the big old tree, and headed to the other side of the yard, an acre away…
And then, it was all clear. She now knew what day it was… She slowly walked up to her favorite little tree. The tree she was told 3 years ago, was dead. She worked to feed it, love it, and nurse it back to life…
Why, it was Peach Pickin’ day!!!!!! Yipppeeeee!!!!!!!!
Her manny was already there. He wanted to surpirse her with fresh peaches for the day. What a nice Mr. Lovee…
The peaches had been tied up in safe little packages… Sadly, some of them had only remnants, as the tearing open of the bag held nothing inside. Evidence lay below…
Still, they happily picked. And, don’t really mind that some little critters got a treat here and there…
Mr. Lovee got several…
I think he is offering you a ripe juicy peach… Yes, Mr. Lovee, do, they are so lovely and kind to the girl…
She had collected her own peach & was thoroughly delighted! Childhood memories of James, flooding in…
That is the story of the day…
I am now off to work. Content with my pleasant morning. Yearning to get caught up with lots of visits to you and many projects that are way behind…
I will be diligently working here for a few days. But, I will be back soon, and please, don’t give up on me just yet….. xxo
How pretty! We don’t have many places like that here in Jersey 😉 haha
Give up on you!!!!! Never!!! Great story, I was there with you every step your took. Your very own peaches…now that was tender loving care.
We have the white peaces just coming in here in NJ…they are lovely…peach cobbler this weekend.
we have a peach tree and were told it was dead too. but we planted a garden beneath him and this year he rewarded us with a few peaches too. maybe all peach trees just get lonely and need some friends.
*sigh* what beauty in that peculiarity
Give up on you? Why I followed you…didn’t you hear my footsteps? I tried to be ever so stealth in my wishing to find out where you were going in such a hurry. You seemed to walk with such purpose and there were times I thought for sure you heard me. I made little audible oohs and ahhs then clamped my hand over my mouth as not to be heard. For a moment I thought you’d play a tune on the French Horn, I hoped you would have…it’s such a lovely sound. St. Francis saw me, he put a finger to his lips to say shhhhh…just follow in silence. It was such fun and I completely forgot I wasn’t wearing my wellies to ward of spiders and snakes.
It was all worth it though, the peach was juicy and delicious…I just wish I hadn’t dropped the pit where you could see it.
We’ll leave a candle burning and a light on for you!
XOXOXOXO
oh I needed a fanciful journey today and like Lisa I stealthily followed you both, looking up into that huge cacti to the fresh blue sky.
All the rain has brought your fanciful home to life!!!
I seriously was waiting for the tune that you were hearing to be “…on the dancefloor, on the dancefloor, yah…”
I am a little fairy and I saw you on your walk today! You are an Enchanted Person, and all the Fairies in Fairyville do say nice things about you behind your back. Have you ever stoped to think about your prayerful place? It is shaped just like a toadstool. If you will listen real hard, we will sing a Happy Song filled with harmonies and special meanings for and Mr. Lovee. Listen to the sounds of the wind tonight.
Peachy! Lucky you.
When one is hooked on your blog, how could one give up? Tara was showing one of your pieces again, and my goodness, it is making me in the mood to shop for art. Thanks for the Peach Pickin Journey, it was fabulous!
xo
Blue
(Don’t work too hard~!)
hey Vanessa JK has finished her series of books, now it is your turn!!!! you will be a hit go girl…………
Give up?! Nevah! Enchanting…
What a lovely sanctuary indeed! And all that green? Are you sure you’re in S. AZ? It’s like that up here too, it surprises me in the early morning as I cavort through the dewyness during my walk…
What an enchanting adventure into the world of peaches…. certainly a beautiful way to begin my day, reading this…. x
What an enchanting tale and what beautiful ripe peaches – enjoy.
I’m so jealous of your gorgeous huge garden! Hopefully we’ll have one some day soon (especially one with French horns and peaches in the trees).
xxx
oh i should have had a 9th random thing…i can play the french horn…so when i come visit…i will play your horn…in the tree…after a short visit to the sactuary to pray…create something beautious for me…blessings, rebecca
I live in a jungle and you….you live in a magical realm, indeed! 🙂 I loved your story for the day! YEAY!
I love your world, you make me look at things with new wonder in my eyes.
You really do live in a little paradise/sanctuary. Thanks for this enchanted glimpse of your morning’s delights – and lovely peaches! xoxoxo
Hey, I like all the photgraphs but, of course, love the black and white the best. Me, non- color girl.
Get to work!!
Donna
We could never give up on you! Lovely story you wove for us this morning… 🙂
xo,
Karen Beth 🙂
I really enjoy touring through your lovely outside spaces… and your studio. Your paint brush collection in impressive… Love it all. Have a happy day! 🙂
So funny , on my yesterday’s post I have the same crown on picture . Go to see it . We are far away but so close.
Mélanie xx
You’ve captured me again…….
Lovely story! Don’t work yourself too hard now. xoxo!
Those little creatures are forever leaving their French Horns in places hard to reach!
see you, grache
I really am sorry about the peaches, but they were ripe and it would’ve been a shame to let them go to waste. I looked everywhere for the Moroccan shoes. You hid those WAY better than the peaches. Doggoneit.
what a lovely story and a happy ending to boot!!
Oh, my little peach pit, how I love you so! How green everything is! It’s amazing, since I know how it looks normally!
I can just see that beautiful crown on your lovely locks…
St. Francis is so very handsome. I think I could gaze at him all day.
PS I am sick. All day yesterday, all I ate was cut up fresh peaches. They are known to have healing powers, you see.
Ooh, the peach was delicious! Thanks to you and Mr. Lovee. 🙂
Hey Babe ……..i want your crown. It is lush lush lush!!!!!!!
xxMeesh
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come see the peculiar goings on at my blog today…you will enjoy this in particular…He He He…blessings, rebecca
Did Lovee sing “really love your peaches wanna shake …never mind 🙂
How fantastic that your walk ended in such sweetness! I adore all of the statues along the way, especially the crumbling ones. St. Francis is a favorite in my family – maybe our statues could be friends!
You have a gift dear friend.the gift of telling stories and making people happy!
Now where is that gypsy wagon of yours!!!!!
Go buy one and travel the world with your stories and visit holland to tell me one too!
xoxo
Your photos were amazing. Thanks for letting me tag along on the journey. I absolutely adore your crown. How decadent!
You have the most fabulous garden Vanessa, how can you not be inspired? Loving the peach tree (are the mushrooms edible?), your little friends scattered throughout to protect a sacred garden…my mind drifts to faraway lands filled with childhood dreams.
Sweet tales of peaches make me think of Mr. Prufrock, which makes me smile, which makes me love this post very much.
You are a wonderfully artful one! I ADORE you!