A true Sunday. Sleeping in late then dipping carefully shredded Italian brioche into my coffee, listening to our friends that had stayed over after a joyful evening as they mused on this and that, their knowing to let me be until I am fully awake. Each paging through picture books with waving lapses of silence filled only with the ping-pong of Baroque. Meanwhile, beyond the window-pane the sun was arm-wrestling with the clouds. It won and was victorious. Out we wandered, working up an appetite for the omelette aux chanterelles that Chef Remi had promised. I took my camera along as the light was singing just to me, I felt that I had the sun in my arms and love in my heart.
Hungry from looking, we stayed at table until 4 pm, lingering over the St. Marcellin and sweet clementines. After our friends said their goodbyes, it was time for une petite sieste, the kind filled with sleeping without sleeping, the best I know. But I could hear noises outside my window as I dozed and was finally drawn to see what could it be. While I was dreaming, workers from the city had been as busy as bees, stringing up, then testing the lights for the Christmas season. I smiled at the Milky Way just below my feet, as they winked little hellos while lighting up the dark.
I love the idea of the sun and the clouds wrestling…and that cat peeking out from the shutters.
My cordless phone fell from my bed and startled me awake. Couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to stroll through my blogs.Strolling with you was the best!
Stunning, Stunning photos Heather. Your day sounds like perfection.
PS Your energy worked as I managed to get my blog back.
XXX
Love the kitty photos so much! They are like little surprises
within the frame, you have to look twice to enjoy their presence.
Thanks for sharing
That cat had the same colors as the piece of driftwood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOve your photos!
Heather, I couldn't wait to find out why celestial elements were at your disposal this weekend. Why the sun were in your arms and stars were at your feet. Everyone said it brilliantly and won't repeat, but totally agree. Pictures…perfect, musings and subject, other worldly. From now on, when the sun is warming my arms, it's mine. Christmas star(s) aren't specialty of Wise Men from the East. They can be delivered by city public workers. And that, Heather is the beauty of your writing. You make the ordinary becomes extra-ordinary. Merci!
XO
Amelia
I've spent the afternoon hunched over the computer, marching my mind and fingers toward a deadline. My treat for the day was reading this post, that was so gentle and relaxing that I heard myself sigh as I came to its close. What beautiful photos and prose, Heather.
Great photos, wonderful details. I just love your blog!
The title of your post makes you sound like a proper goddess, H.
The number 19 has a special significance for my father. He would have read a lot into your excellent menagerie of images.
Really enjoying your photos Heather. I feel like I've met a kindred e-spirit. You look at the sorts of things that I look at … the little things. Maybe we could house swap for a while haha
A warm spot and warm coffee (not to mention the brioche!!) Pretty evocative – this is my new word for the morning I think – but it is appropriate!! Cheers!!