Its clear this morning - but windy and cold
From my study, I see the looming grey hulk of the opposite mountain, silhouetted by the palest blue to sunrise peach of the early sky.
Lights still sprinkle the curve of the coastline like a multicoloured necklace around the throat of a dowager.
The froth of the wind-teased sea, her lacey garment.
My header transports me to France in the sun; La Farre to be precise.
A teeny tiny village
In Provence.
*Sigh*
10 wonderful days spent here
Among the vines, the lavender, the red poppies, the olives.
Just looking at the rich warm greens in the picture, reminds me of childhood days when I used to lie in the grass, staring up at the sky, imagining I could see patterns in the blue.
If I close my eyes, I can feel it, smell it, hear it, to this day.
Tickles of grass or little insects on my skin; rich warm summer scents; the high pitched buzz of cicidas, lazy bird noises, far off voices. . .
And the sense of all the time in the world to just get lost in.
3 comments:
Wow...I can picture it. I believe there is a author hidden in you Allie...maybe you should start writing a short story and that could lead to a novel. Come on...you can do it. You write so colourfully.
You are writing so beautifully Allie!
Thank you so much for visiting and for you kind comment Allie. I will be back soon and then we can visit.
I think there may be a bit of France in our future. My daughter is engaged to a young Frenchman who lives in Paris. They will be married in April and then will be living there. sigh.... I can't really imagine her living so far away.
We have been to Normandy (A D-Day reunion with my Mom and Dad), and it was just gorgeous.
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