Don't even look at the tile floor. It's covered in cement dust .... yet AGAIN.
Moise also hung my little chandelier this morning. Ahhhhh. AMOR!
The little dragons are what I find so attractive. I've always been in love with dragons. Protectors.
The Jardin is progressing nicely, despite afternoon rains.
One side is complete.
The back is nearly complete. The struggle now is with my poor tree. She has been through so much, but seems to be a survivor.
The wall along the outdoor terrace is the last to be finished. When this is all done, they will begin laying the brick. It was hauled in here by truck to the door, and by hand into the yard, yesterday.
"I don't dream at night, I dream all day; I dream for a living." Steven Spielberg
Why don't we learn to do this when we are children? Why is that 'knocked out' of us? Why are we conditioned not to even use the word 'dream'? I don't understand any of it. Actually, and truthfully, I'm beginning to understand all of it, and it's making me angry!
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