We are heading into the time of the year when I get quiet. I am more interested in looking than in speaking as if I need to take in fuel for a fire that will burn in the spring. Or maybe it is just a state of mimicry of the sleeping land around me. Also so very quiet. A faded form of flânerie.
Yesterday was one of those afternoons where dear friends pulled Remi and I out of our hibernation to spend the day in the Luberon. Originally, the excuse was to buy wine at the truly excellent Chateau la Verrerie but alas, they were closed as is so much during this “off” season. Fortunately for us, our friends had reserved ahead at a charming auberge in Curcuron. We tucked Ben under the table as best as we could and then spent the next few hours talking until the cheese trolley was rolled away. Yes, of course, we needed to walk after and so off we went. I held my camera low and tight, looking for scraps for fuel. Happily, I found enough that this day will be stop-watched into two or three.
Flanerie! One of my favorite words. 🙂 Leave it to you to find the perfect use for it. I'm feeling more quiet lately too. I love that Ben could join you for lunch.
Wow. These images are amazing. And the colors there seem so much more vibrant than here in Massachusetts. Our sky doesn't seem quite so blue, but maybe that's due to the layer of snow on the ground.
I was also intrigued, Heather, by your comment that this is the time of year you tend to "go quiet." I'd love to know more, because I realized yesterday that I definitely go into hibernation mode once the weather turns cold. Except for my morning walk in the woods with the dog, there are days when I don't leave the house. Maybe this isn't a bad thing… but these shorter, darker days definitely make me feel more melancholy….
Thank you Tabitha, coming from you, that made my morning…
Are you sure you don't mean "pea green"? Heeheehee…
Debra, a man came over to the table while he was leaving and said "I normally don't approve of dogs in restaurants or at the beach but this one is a charmer!". I was so proud of him!
Laura, yes, that is exactly how I imagine Santa Fe–and that like here, it must be as lovely in the winter as the rest of the year in its own way. As you know, I am still hoping to get there…someday!
Mon, not sure if you will see this as I know that you are having family time but you will definitely see me again as I finally signed up to your lovely blog–I don't know what took me so long but Ally (FTRB) finally gave me the needed push.
Merci, Natalie!
Leave it to you to love that wacky chef. What's up with his thumb? But I am so sad that it was closed (I think just someone's house really) because the flavors of jam were insane! Including one called "the old boys" that is banana, lemon and cinnamon!!!
And yes, the seasons are so important–I wish that they were even more exagerrated here–bring on the snow!
Sharon, I never take this light for granted but sometimes miss the dramatic side light that you have in the North!