Happy days. Slung down low on the sofa next to my Sister, slurping up truths with our morning coffee and digging for answers amidst the croissant crumbs. The solidity of a quiet agreement of things that go without saying because they have always done so. Remembering what once was and who we once were without being precious about it because a certain now is just too appealing.
Happy Days. With a bit of puffed up pride introducing her to my world, this glowing Provence. Of sun tilted up, the castanets click of the cigales and the café chatter well into the night. Watching the ripple of discovery wash over her beautiful face or the pucker up tight from something different, like the tang from a fresh prune. I relax because she is relaxed and there is that electric wire of family between us.
Happy Days. Seeing her get to know my honey better and be wooed by my charmer of a pup. Of my getting to meet her wonderful companion and the joy I feel in seeing them together. Here. I am gathering up these memories to keep me warm in the winter of their absence, coming soon. But for now I will just be and enjoy.
So tell me, where did I take these photos? Any guesses?
Wishing you all a wonderful week ahead.
Yippee! Will be in touch once I have a better idea of things…
xo. 🙂
Let's try for August. Let me know when's good for you. a xo
Hello Laura–a very, very good guess but these were taken in Aix–quite a bit closer to me! Can you believe that I have never been to the Cours Saleya? One of these days…
Thank you for the compliment!
Hello James and oops! I forgot to tell Anne (the first comment) that she is right! It is indeed Aix. And yes, that golden stone is the give away. Bon fin de weekend,
Heather
I think these photos are familiar to me. Perchance they were taken in Cours Saleya, Nice?? Your blog is delightful!! Thank you for sharing!
Warm regards, Laura
I'm guessing this is Aix-en-Provence although the last picture didn't look much like it to me. However, that golden stone of Aix makes me think that yes, I believe it is Aix. Wish I were there! james
Aidan, when are we going to meet up? With the puppers???
'I relax because she is relaxed and there is that electric wire of family between us.' I love this, it's so perfect. I have a sister but it's nothing like that. We can barely speak one word without that electric wire catching fire and burning us both. I will live vicariously through your sister love. Thanks Heather.
You're so good at putting feelings to words, I love you for that.
aidan xo
I don't have much family with which to make memories, but I've enjoyed the company of wonderful friends over the years and they've been like family to me. I hope my sons, who get along very well, will be true friends to each other as they grow into manhood and beyond.
(They're sharing a rather "out there" experience in Europe together at the moment… be still my mother's heart…)
As always, such thoughtful words. (And the images remind me of a very happy time one summer in Aix!)