Perhaps it was the books I have been dipping into lately
tales told of the old ways of the Scottish Gypsies/ Travellers Perhaps it was remembering a dear friend who is soon off on a
delicious, horse drawn, gypsy caravan holiday around Ireland
Perhaps it was coming across the work of Helen Musselwhite
and her delicate piece entitled "gypsy caravan".Perhaps it was "gypsea tea" a delicious blog by a like minded lass
that led me to les-verdines , gypsy inspired lovelies to sigh over. Perhaps it was the oh so sweet, long ago murmur of a memory
that led me to les-verdines , gypsy inspired lovelies to sigh over. Perhaps it was the oh so sweet, long ago murmur of a memory
grandma singing the "wraggle taggle gypsies" song to me
(the song that led me to fall in love with the gypsies
gypsy clothes , gypsy songs, gypsy travels).
Perhaps all these things and more inspired my gypsy within
who loves to dance bare foot under the moon
to walk in the wild open places,
to wander under the cool green trees