In the afternoons, Cousin Jan’s cottage by the sea in Southern Maine fills with September sunshine. Everything about the place is golden: scent of old timbers, sand in the floor boards, the sun bleached covers of the cushions. The play of light makes me think of Proust’s À la recherche du temps perdu or Colette’s Le blé en herbe. You want to curl up like a cat, absorb the warmth through every pore, and dream. The cottage has just the places to do this too. You can slumber, lulled by the breeze in the garden pines and the neighbours’ wind chimes. Later, as the day’s warmth fades, you can blow the dreaming away, walking briskly along the beach that stretches for miles, the Atlantic rolling in at your feet.
copyright 2015 Tish Farrell
Thursday’s Special: Gold Inside
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Tish Farrell 
Nice. 🙂
Thank you, Celestine 🙂
Your words make me want to be there. The crumpled cover and angled pillow look as if you have disturbed someone napping in the sunshine…
This is perfect 🙂 With a place under the sun like this I would no longer need to travel. Your photo is perfect, Tish. P.S. I haven’t read Le blé en herbe, but I will make a note to do it.
It’s one of my favourite books, a celebration of adolescent first love. Also called Ripening Seed in English, which I think is a rather hideous ‘translation’.
So peaceful~
That sounds like some wonderful gold, Tish! And Le Blé en Herbe…takes me back!
It’s a book that has haunted me for years. It always makes me smell the sea 🙂
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Love that picture.
Thank you 🙂
Joy. 🙂
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What a delightful place. It looks so peaceful.
Your wonderful words are the true gold! And a reader of Proust too. I bet you got beyond p. 50.
Yes, I believe I did, but not beyond vol 1. Proust seems to work best as an idea 🙂
Vol 1 for me too. I was astonished to find the madeleines about p. 55. J’s read the lot as the best exploration he’s found of how the mind works.
I think J has the right approach 🙂
What an intriguing shot, Tish! My eyes bounced around the lamps and then I settled in on the couch 🙂 It reminded me a little of a honey toned breakfast room I shared in a wooden chalet in Poland. I don’t have a photo- just memories 🙂 I could be so comfy in your shot!
Please feel free to curl up there for a snooze, Jo 😀
I love that beautiful window. I wish I had something like that. you obviously have an eye for the visual as well a the written word.
Magny
Thank you, Magny.
I can’t work out whart is real and what is reflection in this photo but I love it anyway, it’s magical!
Very beautiful picture, Tish. Warm and inviting place, just like you described it.
What a superb place to rest, read an just curl up and be content. So beautiful, the design, light and the warm and inviting atmosphere. Great take on the challenge, Tish.
Thank you, Dina. I think it works as a virtual curling up place, should the need strike. We can just go there in spirit 🙂 I think the Book Fayries would be very at home among the lanterns, the lamplight and the ocean light in their wings.
That is just one lovely photo, makes me want to sit down and look out the window, or read a good book for hours in that light.
It feels transforming, doesn’t it.
Is it light enough to read at night? That’s a problem where I am now…lights but not bright.
No it probably isn’t. You’d need one of those little clip on reading lights 🙂