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?
Isn't that true, Ann? It is like all of that energy is concentrated into certain areas and ker-pow!! 🙂
My weekend was freezing but lovely…hope yours was good too!
Merci ma belle! xo
Wow, you get some beautiful foliage down there! Our autumn colors, as I'm sure you know, are poop brown and faded green. None of this crimson magic that seems to be happening down by you.
I absolutely love your photos, they're on fire! Enjoy your autumn fantasy! Speaking of flames, I can imagine the smoky smell of fireplaces permeating les rues. Am I correct?
And of course you love Halloween, that's your inner goth chick coming out! ; )
Both the leaves and your photos are gorgeous. love love love
Just wondering if this lovely red vine is the same as what we
Americans call "Virginia Creeper"? I had some growing on my
backyard adobe walls when I lived in Albuquerque and loved when
they turned red like this in the Fall.
Just divine!
Beautiful, beautiful red leaves and lovely photographs. Thanks for taking the time to share. I am wondering if the plant is Virginia creeper which I believe may be found in France as well as the US.
Farm Gal in VA, USA
I've always been surprised that it's so rare to find autumn leaves in France, but when you do they are certainly a spectacular blaze. Happy autumn, Heather. I'm glad you broke your rule 🙂 Hope your weekend is lovely and sunny.
WOW ~ WOW ~ WOW………………You were there at just the right moment!Lucky us readers to see your snaps and believe me HEATHER even if you had NOTHING to say we would all eat up your words and photographs!Keep going…………I hope the day never comes where you decide to "Hang It Up " cause that would be terribly disappointing!!!I always save YOU for my last read of the morning e-mail!Tis special!
XXX
Thanks, Pamela! It's the light. The cabanon is at over 800 meters of altitude and at certain moments, things just seem to glow…
Merci, Vicki…But if only you knew how I am pining for a pumpkin. I couldn't even find one at the Arles market this morning… 🙁