Back to the Driveway

thankful thinking day 3

I know I said I wasn't going to write about the driveway/front yard destruction/reconstruction project again until next spring when phase two begins ~ but ~

I just had to share the aesthetics of driving on a driveway that has been paved instead of washed over with concrete. I am here to tell you that I am transported back to Italy every time I pull my car onto my new driveway. The bumpty-bump sound of the tires over the pavers takes me right back to the magnificent, old cobble stone streets of old-town Rome. I am instantly transported to a cozy outside cafe where I am sitting under an umbrella enjoying tea and treats while I watch the world go by.

And go by it does. I am a major people watcher. Oh yes. I find people fascinating.

But back to the driveway. Sometimes I become someone else when I drive on my pavers. I become the stunning, young Italian woman who drove by us one afternoon as we sat watching the world go by. If you have been in old-town Rome, you know that the sidewalk and the street in some areas are one, so vehicles and people share the same space. Well this young woman drives by sitting as pretty as you please atop a Vespa motor scooter wearing a pencil straight skirt, ruffled silken blouse, to-die-for accessories, killer high heels and carrying her brief case. Needless to say, every head, male and female, turned and watched her go by.

And then just like in the Breck hair commercials, she parks the scooter, takes off her helmet and shakes out her glorious mane of hair. Yep, you could hear an audible sigh of admiration from everyone at that little outside cafe.

So, truth be known, when I pull onto my pavers, I am transported back to that moment in Italy and I become the young Italian woman on my Vespa scooter.

Lord, I am thankful for the simple pleasure of my imagination.

"A merry heart does good, like medicine.." (Proverbs 17:22)