We arrived just in time.
Yes, this was our Sault of last weekend. Chin tucked in and elegant from afar, sporting just a touch of red. I thought of you all while admiring her.
Wondering wide but not frantic to discover, we took the backroads and drove slowly.
And somehow, even in so short a time, I am as full from seeing as if I had just inhaled a feast.
So in need of an autumnal nap to digest before the winter.
Sleepy brain, groggy heart but happy I am.
With a new crew of dreams clinking like gold coins in my pocket.
More soon…thank you so much for being here, for staying, I can’t say that often enough…
You sound happy, H.
Will look forward to the peeks you give us inside – hoping you did make it in??!! Cheers!! Wonderful!!
Fabulous pictures….enjoy your rest!
Your words and photographs from Sault are teaching me how to look so that I more fully see. What wonderful explorers you, Ben and Remi are! Fondly from Oregon, Leslie
Beautiful writing, and I love the hay bales!
A beautiful post which evokes strong and delightful memories of this wonderful village. Thank you. Bisous.
I miss deciduous trees.
These photographs are gorgeous! Enjoy that nap, you've picked the perfect spot 🙂
You understand perfectly, Loree! Why am I not at all surprised?
xo,
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It looks so gorgeous perched on the hill. I am starting to fall a bit in love with Sault myself. It's a wonderful place to get away from it all and just be.