Thursday, June 12, 2014
House Envy - A Tuscan Farmhouse
Every evening my sister and I would sit by the pool as the sun went down. Dangling our feet in the water we would open a bottle of prosecco and toast the end of another beautiful day. Only when the fizz was gone would we get up and begin to prepare dinner. At dusk, as the sky began to darken, every night, the haunting sound of a flute would drift up to the house, carried on the silent night breeze. It was an enchanted time and I cherish the memories, holding them very close to my heart. So, when I saw these pictures in Elle Decor I was transported back and thought I'd share them with you, so that you can dream too...
images: Elle Decor