Welcome To My World

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There are so many beautiful things in this world, and remember, you are one of them.

♫ Jim Reeves: Welcome to My World ♫

Stepping out onto the front porch, she breathed in the early morning air. Southern Indiana was known for warm days and high humidity, and today would be no different. The sky was blue as cornflowers, and the clouds reminded her of cotton. No sign of rain, but that could change in an instant in the Ohio Valley.

She stepped off the porch and headed for the vineyard. The ground, still wet with morning dew, felt good on her bare feet as she inspected the vines. The foreman could do the job, but she was back, and this was her vineyard.

As she walked through the rows of vines, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction at how well everything looked. It had been the right decision to leave an old family friend in charge while she was away. She had been gone so long, but Poured Decisions, The Aviary, and the rest of the outbuildings were well cared for, and the vineyard itself was thriving.

She stopped at the lake and decided to sit for a spell on the swing and watch the swans glide across the water. A trout jumped out of the water, then splashed back into the unknown. Birds flew overhead, butterflies fluttered, frogs croaked, and nearby she heard a bluebird and mourning doves. She smiled, having missed the sounds of her vineyard. Standing up from the swing, she started for the main entrance.

Crossing the covered bridge, she noticed the new wine tasting venue built to her specifications. It had been no easy task to be away while it was being built, yet she saw that all was as she wanted. She stepped back onto the road and continued to the main gate.

The “Welcome to Belle Reve Vineyard” sign, with white lettering, gave the impression of a state park. Well, it was her park, and she laughed as she opened the gate.  Turning a sign that read “We Are Open” around, she skipped back to Belle Reve, thinking to herself, “Yes indeed, it was good to be back home.”

Be kind to one another. Find joy in all that you do. Till we meet again♥

***After just shy of two years, which included almost opening back in March of this year on a leased region, then tearing it all down and starting again on a region that Grey and I purchased from Linden Labs, finally, we are now open. What took over a year and a half to complete in the leased region was completed in just over 3 months in the new region. Incorporating favorites from former builds with new favorites was one of the best decisions ever made.

***To those who visit, Grey and I welcome you to our world. We hope you return often to enjoy the relaxed atmosphere I have strived to create. Grey doesn’t have the patience I have for digging in pixel dirt. But he enjoys my efforts and, of course, directly benefits from those efforts. Winks.

***Please tag Belle Reve in any photos you may take. I would love to see and fave them. I am also setting up a Flickr group where you can post your snaps. I’m not sure how it works on Primfeed, SecondPix, or Instagram, as I am new to those sites, but I will figure it out. If all else fails, just send me a message on any of my socials or inworld.

***Please read the Covenant upon landing

Here is your ride: Belle Reve Vineyard

Homeward Bound

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The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.

The vehicle stopped at the driveway entrance, the back door opened, and a young woman stepped out. Closing the back passenger door, she spoke softly to the driver, telling him that she wanted to walk the rest of the way.

As she watched the car fade from sight, she smiled, removed her stilettos, stepped off the pavement, and dug her toes into the soft earth. She closed her eyes and sighed, “Had it really been three years since her return? How wonderful to be home at last.”

She paused, looked around, and took a deep breath before starting down the dirt road toward home. Along the way, she took in the sights, sounds, and smells of her beloved vineyard. The neat rows of grapevines, the nearby stream, and the birds, butterflies, and other critters that made their home here were a bit overwhelming. Stopping at the covered bridge for a moment, the young woman wiped her eyes on the hem of her skirt, laughed that she never had a handkerchief when needed, and then continued on, thinking how much Grey will love this place.

She noticed the Aviary had a fresh coat of paint, and the Winery, Poured Decisions, had been spiffied up as well in anticipation of her return. As she rounded a bend, Belle Reve came into view. She stopped at the entrance, listening to the horses, the chickens, and the ducks as they heralded her arrival. She longingly looked toward the barn and then to the front door of Belle Reve. Smiling, she whispered to herself, “I’ll be there shortly; I’ve missed you too, my babies.” Climbing the steps onto the porch, she opened the front door and disappeared inside.