Spring Cleaning

“Where were you again?” “We were in the Upper Luberon. Where it becomes the Alpes de Haute Provence.” “And what did you do there exactly?”… “Rrrrien.” With a rolled ‘r’ for effect. 
Nothing. We did nothing. Or next to it. Because I do count a good deal cooking and reading, walking and looking. A lot of looking. Kind of like spring cleaning for the mind. That seeing without the machine whirring behind it.
So I don’t have dramatic stories to tell because I wasn’t spinning them. If anything I was unspooling the thread. Leaving it like a trail behind me. Step back, step back, gently, quietly.
Did we have a wonderful time? We did. And did the puppers? They did too.
More soon once I organize my click-clacks but for now, why don’t you take a seat on the moss covered bench in the clearing of a forest?
It will do you good, I promise.
Good to go, good to be Home.

21 comments

  1. Oh your trip sounds like what we are experiencing in Greece. There's a lovely pace and a sense of peace in some places, isn't there?

  2. This photograph tells it all, simple rough beauty to inspire us, fill our soul, connect us with the Earth. Every week end, I walk in the woods, breath, sit on a bench and just be…. Bon week end, Francine

  3. Welcome back to reality then, sadly! Love moss…something so ancient about it. xx

  4. Salaam from Morocco! Glad you are back home. So…. we have already decided that we will need to come back here. Next time through Nice so I can work on my French, which has come in handy here, but I also realize how much work it needs.

    Enough about me — lovely post. So great to see those spring colors!

    Gros Bisous.

  5. Welcome back home!
    Love the moss covered bench,
    but alas, I'm not able to cozy up to moss without thinking there are newts following afterwards. I once walked a moss covered trail that had so many salamanders crawlies, I had to walk in the woods.

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