A little wooden box, innocent and charming in its presentation, filled with bits and pieces of tomorrows hopes and dreams. A door here, a window there, I am lost in desires and wishes. Home and hearth mean so much to me, my gypsy childhood has created a true homebody. ...a small stone cottage, in a meadow, with lots of wayward ivy spilling over its sides. Views of fertile pastures and lush wildflowers, made fuzzy by handblown glass. An old heavy door, worn grey with age, and a knocker that has seen many friends and perhaps a few foes. Lovely lace curtains, made tenderly by hand, hide the magic and love that lives within. A fairytale, a passion, hopes and dreams, do you too have such desires?