The Gypsies

On a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the gypsies decided to go out for a ride.  Blue, clear skies and in a land where Nature gifts itself abundantly and trees grow as tall and as wide as the sky, they felt encouraged to go on and find the magic; to live outside, and go find the open spaces where God resides.  And thus into the wild they went, loosing their way, finding their soul.

They set camp by a beautiful lake on a perfect May day...

With camp fire burning and comfy chairs for reading and enjoying each moment spread out on the grass.

Here is a gypsy caravan lived by a family of two:  That Fisherman and his lady the wild-hair girl.  

The house is about 25 feet long, and it is built completely to enjoy.  Easy to set up, easy to store, easy to use.  The roof is flat, the walls are laminated seamless fiberglass.  The linoleum floors are swept clean, and it boasts stunning appeal and loads of features centered around convenience and practical comfort, with queen size insulated bunks at either end where four can sleep comfortably. The dining table folds down to make a small bed for additional sleeping arrangements, and it comes with a small fridge, a sink that can be hooked up to running water, a furnace that runs on propane or can be hooked up to electricity, and a two burner stove.     

The lady's quarters in the caravan-house is always the pretties, the one adorned in colorful veils, pillows, flowers, and little lamps.  And she dreams she lives in a Harem somewhere in Egypt or Istanbul, the seat of the Ottoman Empire.

The family possesses three comfy blankets and the biggest portfolio of pillows and gypsy veils you can dream of.  

Food for a year, tableware, cookware, bowls, pots, pans and countless travel utensils for camping, hiking picnic and more.

 The Fisherman cooks...

The lady nurtures her soul with Nature 

Earth's crammed with Heaven and every common bush, afire with God.

And later patiently waits for her Fisherman to do his favorite thing...

Along the banks of the crystal clear lake the family likes to go on a nature's walk.  

There is a rapture on the lonely shore.  I stop by the 'magical tree', which feeds on waters, and wonder what his secret is... 

How can roots feed on water while arms still reach the sky?

What a lovely, lovely weekend we had.  The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.

Thank you for coming along with us