I have been feeling especially pensive lately (and yes, Remi might ask, “When aren’t you?”). Not sad, just with so many thoughts swirling around without my being able grasp any of them like a bear chasing after butterflies. A swirl of up in the clouds down in my cup. Something in me is preparing for the winter as the evening light slides down the wall faster and faster with each passing day. I am horribly sentimental, listening to music, the same songs over and over, creating memories and coming back to others that fill me with a bittersweet longing that is as faded as the leaves. It was only in writing to a friend earlier that I remembered that I am usually like this at this time of year.
And I have the proof. For it was two years ago today that I started this little adventure. Much has happened but in many ways, much remains the same.
I am not going to go into that for now, as it just so happens that I will be writing about it more next week for my monthly contribution to the By Invitation Only series–that is if I can find the words! But I know, I know how grateful I am for all of the 155, 267 page visits Lost in Arles has had not to mention the really beautiful emails and encouragement I have received as late.


Dear Heather so sorry I have missed some of your posts, I have been in Blighty sans ordinateur! Have returned home now and autumn has truly arrived, snow on the mountains and a chill in the air, we have fallen back and the evenings start earlier which means the aperos start earlier!
Congratulations for giving us two years of your beautiful, thought provoking blog.
XXX
Two years and still fabulous every step of the way… Thank you for your precious words Heather… as one who loves Provence they resonate very loudly with me… xv
Congratulations! We all adore your blog! Your eye for colors, patina, beauty in its unusual forms!
Contessa said it perfectly!!
Brava!!
Congratulations for being 2! I am a new member in your blog but I get encouraged and inspired blogs and people that keep going on! Keep up the good work!
How true your words are. I get melancholic too at this time of year. And it is not because I miss summer because I do not even like summer very much. Perhaps, as you said, it has something to do with the light.
I feel the same! And every one needs a Contessa in their life, non?
xoxo!!!!