Not a Gypsy a Hippie

I fancy myself a gypsy soul because I love To wear flowing tops, bell-bottom pants, and Necklaces. I used to wear bracelets, but had to Take them off to type comfortably. Do I travel though? No. No gypsy caravan for Me. I do not want to leave my house. I am safe here In the country, there is no where I would rather be. People invite me places, but I do not go. I am safe Here with my man, and my animals. A gypsy soul? Not really. More like a hippie soul. Except I am a carnivore, who likes her chicken and Her beef. I am a countrified woman who is at Peace here, in my tree-sheltered world, a Sanctuary with orbs I can photograph in my gardens On a regular basis. A magical world, and I am the queen Among lilacs, roses, buttercups, snapdragons, and Azaleas all planted by me.