Sunday morning. Saying it is like singing or ringing the bells that call the parishioners to Saint-Trophime. I am not one of them but treat that particular moment of the week as sacred. Most especially when, after pulling myself from the crunched linen sheets and shadows of the bedroom, I brace myself for a weighty smack of air only to be kissed by coolness for the first time in…months? Months.
A shift, a sift. And most certainly a gift. It is the beginning of the end of Summer, le grand départ from the long lazy and towards the bitter beats of la rentrée. Many a car will snake its way back to bigger towns today, its passengers uneasy in the stop and start of traffic jams that stretch to the horizon. Already I can feel their absence as I step out into the sun with my faithful friend Ben, his tail wagging, his gait light and refreshed.
I take him for a longer loop than we have been able to attempt in weeks, the heat having disappeared with a finger snap. He sniffs at the newness as I get caught up in the act of looking. For it is as if that blinding white also went on its way and ‘everything is illuminated’.
Details, textures, time and tow. It is le grand départ and I let them go.
Merci Karin. I am all for the lazy part but am really ready to leave the heat behind. 😉
Bisous,
H
And here is to a smooth bigger transition for you too! I am really looking forward to your next adventures in DC.
I am relieved to hear that I am not the only one that has never been a fan of summer…no, no bring on Autumn! Cashmere sweaters! Cassoulet!!! Hoorah!
Wyn, I hope that your trip to my home country was an enjoyable one. Lots of inspiration to be had in the boldness of the landscapes and the kindness of the people. 🙂
Lovely summer post….beautiful pictures….
…and I have lazy-hazy summer days….which hopefully will carry on into September!
Again, dear Heather, a simply lovely summer post!
xxxk
Oh, there is such a lovely, wistful quality to this post. Having never been a fan of summer (too many hot, lonely months as a kid), I'm looking forward to la reprise — but transitions are challenging no matter how eagerly anticipated. Here's to a smooth change of seasons! And thank you for the pretty photos!
Sigh!! I have been missing your blogs – we have been away discovering the USA for a few weeks and took technology – but then didn't have time to sit down and use it – we walked and walked – but wow it is good to be home and catch up on your images!!! Fantastic!!
Le grand départ… big sigh from me… I am always sad when summer has that coming to a close feeling… xv
Holy canoli, there are a lot of comments here! I go away for a few hours and poof, poof, poof. Thank you everyone for all of your thoughts, support and for making me laugh (yes that would be you, Mr. Terry)!!
Off to prepare for an apero dinatoire…yum….
We waited so long for the heat to arrive that we continue to savor every sunning warm moment we can experience here in the Pacific Northwest. But we've also, in just the last couple of days, begun to notice that nip in the early morning air, and the softness of the sun's setting. A beautifully written post, Heather.
xo
j
P.S. do I need to emphasize that I'd meant to type "when he came home last night"?
—-david terry