I find peace in plenty while walking through an olive grove…
…and I know I am not the only one.
Yes, I am well aware that these trees have been declared a simplistic symbol, the Provence of Provence…
…but I breathe them in and love them now with time and understanding, just like our varying sky.
For the leaves twist with the seasons, dipping into a palette…
… that soothes yet is vibrant enough to inspire a shout or a joyful run…
…while the trunks, raising raides sometimes a hundred years, twist inward with still solidity.
It is my Japanese garden. Ordered and quiet…
…with just enough rustle to sweep away the gray.
*Update: Oooh, I am so excited to be guest-posting today, Thursday, over at the absolutely amazing D. A. Wolf’s blog “Daily Plate of Crazy”:
I hope that you will enjoy and stop over to say hello!*
Does SIS want to meet LA CONTESSA??Happy to have her for dinner…….xoxo
Vicki, are you kidding? Nothing makes me happier when people chat between themselves here! And yes, David is usually involved with that–I am very grateful to have him here. He is a good egg through and through.
I just feel bad that I have behind on the comments–it has been a big week!
So thank you to all of you that I haven't responded to yet for your kindness. I never, ever take it for granted…
Well, Heather, thanks for your indulgence as David and I exchange hellos in strange yet familiar cyberspace. Your post about your mom's Big News was generous and loving.
Heather – Thank you so much for bringing your gorgeous words and impeccable sense of style to my little online home. I hope you will again.
Merci mille fois. Nickel.
This is like I've walked with you 🙂
Thank you for the photographic journey, Heather!
(BeautyCalypse talking)
Ah, thank you Justine! And thank you so much for the mention of Durrell–it is the SECOND time WITHIN TWO DAYS that he has been brought up and do you know that, while of course, I have heard of him and his wonderful books, I have never read a one. Thanks to you both I plan to take care of that pronto.
Hooray!
Oooh, that is a fabulous description!! And it must have been in the noggin' when I was getting ready because I even did 30s style makeup too…
Merci for all of your kindness…Bon weekend!
Amelia, you are such a mysterious character to me…I don't know why but it is true!
Oh, vicki…..
Yes, we do seem to cross blogosphere paths on a regular basis.
Someday?….just come up the front walkway to this 220 year old, quirky-as-hell house and knock on the front door.
I should emphasize that, if you'd like to meet the actual thing, you'd do better to go around to the back, kitchen-wing and knock on that door; the front (and oldest part) of the house is simply closed-off during the Winter.
If you bang on one of the kitchen doors, however, you'll be greeted (euphemism for being attacked) by the terriers, and I'll eventually show up. I'm usually holed-up, like "Startrek"s Lieutenant Uhuru at her control panel, in the big laundry room/"studio" (which, since the restoration, sits in what used to be the servant's passage between the main house and the formerly-separate kitchens).
Glad to be a "delight", of course (particularly since I'm about to go down to the Post Office and try to pick a fight about a lost package/painting). I'll probably lose the argument….I know.
—-david terry
Very soothing to me at day's end to see this post (and the dogs!). I read you more and more lately; I love the way you write.
I had a large olive tree in the backyard of my last home; I miss it. It was gnarled and sturdy, surviving wind and drought 'way out West (U.S.). Here, our groves are lemons or avocados; a few orange trees remain and their blossoms filled the night air after a warm day yesterday.
David Terry does seem to pop up where I travel in the blogosphere; always a delight.