I thought that it might be time for another Palate Cleanser for those of us that have had our fill of goose and foie gras, whose ears are still ringing with the jangle of tinsel and the whiz of Jingle Bells.
So, let’s close our eyes for a moment and try to conjure a splash of sun on our faces.
It is a warm autumn day in the village of Vachères in the Luberon.
Remi, Ben and I have been determined to discover every single village within a reasonable radius of our cabanon rental and so have found ourselves here after a bit of pointing and tracing on the map.
The authentic calade stone paving, a rarity, pulls us along and eventually, apart.
Vistas beckon and I answer.
Ben is eventually sent down to find me, to pull me out of my reverie…
…and vain efforts of trying to smoosh down the light so that it will fit into my little black box.
When I am lead back to Remi, he is doing what he does best…
…transforming a ruin into an imaginary castle, just for two.
The bees swarm threateningly around us, wishing to guard their treasure trove of fallen prunes…
…so wistfully we move on, continuing to steal glances of inner lives…
…and outward barriers of time’s warriors as we go.
I wish to also extend un grand remerciement to all of you who left such kind Holiday Wishes. Thank you so very, very, very much.
A lovely day was had by all.
Remi, Ben and I are about to head out for a much needed walk in the country.
Hoping that you are able to relax and find a bit of peace, wherever you are…
Thank you Karen! Wishing you the same!!!
And what I wouldn't give for snow, the grass is always greener…
Exactly! Save for a ruin into a castle with a good kitchen. 🙂
Oh my, how could you ever be sorry for such a lovely response?! I loved it and could just picture them all. How amazing but it also says quite a bit about you that you have established such trust–especially in Magpies! I don't know if their reputation is the same everywhere but here in France they are considered very independent rascals that will steal anything shiny.
Yes, Ben did get his treat. He has a stocking with bells on it and can you believe that when I got that stocking out he immediately came running looking for his treats?! This year I brought him back healthy Omega-3 packed salmon flavored ones–of course he doesn't care that they are good for him just that they are yummy!!
Hoping that you are enjoying your quiet time at the end of the year and have something fun planned for New Years!
Such places do exist, the ones which separate us because we are dreaming different dreams. When visiting San Gimignano, I felt an urge to be alone. And so, I wandered and explored. The place enveloped me in an embrace of good will and I felt as safe and secure as if I was in my own back yard. i would love to go back there and explore those old, old streets once again.
Thanks for the little tour, Heather! Hope you had a wonderful Christmas! All the best for the New Year!
~ Clare x
Heather it is frigid here with a trace of snow still on the ground. I love the play of light on the stone works!
Wishing you a wondrous Holiday and All the best in the year ahead!
Love and Hugs,
Karena
Art by Karena
REMI and LA CONTESS would get on just fine!A ruin into a castle for two……..cant think of anything that would make me happier!
Thank you for taking us with you on your walk, and showing us the beautiful village with the decorative stone paving! Can you imagine the time taken to lay the stones in such a way? Glad to hear that you had a lovely day, as did we! I wonder, did Ben receive a Christmas treat? We wrapped up a packet of dog treats for our Labrador and after the rest of the packet was put away for later, the paper in which it was wrapped, was shredded because it smelled so yummy! Fortunately it was a lovely mild day here in Melbourne, not the 40 degrees originally forecast! So much better to eat turkey and plum pud! I have a family of Magpies whom I feed, who have just arrived at my back door, next to my computer, asking for breakfast. I have been feeding them for four years now, and each year they bring their babies, until they send them on their way to find their own haven. Until I started feeding them, I had not realised that they would have different personalities, but they decidedly do! Daddy, as I call him, has beautiful glossy black feathers with a distinctive pure white shawl on his back and a handsome head. He is quietly confident that I will not harm him and is willing to just sit and wait for whatever is offered for today's menu. Mummy, (original names that I have given!) tends to be a little more stressed and impatient and nervous. She is not as handsome as her beau. She has the speckled grey feathers on her back, rather than the pure white. Forgive me if I am telling you what you already know! The baby is as big as his parents, but squawks pathetically, waiting for Mummy to place the food in his beak. When she is not noticing, he will pick up my offering himself quite independently, and even come and nervously peck it from my hand. Minced meat is much preferred to bread, but that's all I had today. When I am lucky they will alll sit and carol to me after they have eaten, and I so love that! Sorry about my lengthy epistle! Cheers, Deborah from Melbourne
Take care, Jackie. And I know that light inside you will keep you warm!
Sitting in the rain-drenched Pacific Northwest, this is just what I needed to spark the spirit.