this is the part of the book where you read the final chapter, the very last word, and very reluctantly close the covers, fold the words in on themselves, heave a mighty sigh, and say goodbye.
even though in your heart of hearts you know there’s one more chapter. hiding somewhere.
maybe in the bud of this flower.
goodbye tangled vines and leaves.
quiet garden refuge.
goodbye la bamba guesthouse.
I will miss your walls and floors and hearth and big comfy chair..
and soft bed with the heated mattress.
where many an afternoon nap was enjoyed.
where each night I had lush dreams.
fueled by the vast colored panorama all around me. And the heart and soul of this casita.
I will be adding a link to this charming rental when I return home. it was a truly magical find. and La Duena a magnificent hostess.
flying home tomorrow. a stash of pine needles safely tucked away for safekeeping in one of my collection bottles.
Sent from my iPad