This evening, I am breaking two of the very few rules (I am really not terribly fond of that word but then I wonder, is anyone?) that I have for myself concerning this blog: to not post when I don’t have anything to say and to not repeat myself (tricky, at times with a memory comme une passoire). For you see, while words are still escaping me, as elusive as a Louboutin glass slipper and despite my continuous wondering of whether, why and when, I do have something to share (a far better word if ever there was one, don’t you agree? Would you like a bite of cheese?). And while all of these photos were taken in the inner courtyard of the cabanon rental during our second visit last weekend, they don’t seem to me to be the skip back at the end of the record, save in subject matter.
Red Leaves. As this corner of France is not exactly open to embracing my beloved Halloween, they have become the official symbol of this quickly waning autumn. My friends, to thank you for your utter kindness regarding Lost in Arles’ baby anniversary (as well as my tolerance for the need to celebrate anything, anytime) I would spread a path of rose petals at your feet! In lieu of that, my red leaves will have to do…
Contrary as ever, France will be ‘falling back’ ahead of schedule this Sunday. Is that why I feel so muddle-headed? Perhaps.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend…are the stars shining brightly were you are?
Heather – I have shared these they are wonderful – thanks for showing us this amazing colour and texture!!
Dear Heather
You can post every day on the Louboutin area. The images are so beautiful that they have an air of sadness to them. One knows that this beauty is on the verge of disappearing.
I am scrolling backwards and forwards relishing the beauty.
To a weekend of joy
Helen xx
The colors are beautiful, you don't mention what kind of tree or plant this
is. Would most appreciate the name, se*****@*ol.com thank you, Sel
Heather, I adore red and blue and brown together. I used to be an enormous fan of orange, and certainly still am, but those three colors have done something for me and to me and in me this fall.
Mentioning France falling forward ahead of schedule, lead the way.
Oh my goodness those are some more beautiful red leaves; absolutely gorgeous!! I am so glad you decided to post after all. A lovely weekend to you, Heather!
Incredibly red! Dear Heather, writing is so essential to you and any of your reminiscences are so appreciated by your loyal readers. Anyway you always have a treasure chest of your travels to spare a few adventure pearls.
Autumn colors are wonderful in France, in our corner everything already is gone with a wind. Brrrr…
Heather, Your red leaves are perfection. Sit back, pour yourself a glass of red wine to match and enjoy the weekend. Also, I agree with Gustia – go buy yourself some lipstick or paint your toes the very same color. The mists will clear. And mean while, the red leaves are in sharp focus. (See, not all reds are mean). I'll toast you with my own glass of red here tonight in cold, wet, Seattle. XO
Agree. This feels completely new. And oh yes Gustia is right. That color would be sublime.
Bisous from drizzly Portland
I think you'd look good in lipstick the same colour as the vines.
Brillant Crimsons! Thank you Heather love them!