I love the luxury of other. A pool-ball click to change your track and send you sprawling, groundless into unhewn ground.
So it is for me with rain since living in Provence, the sunny South of France, where folks flock from around the world just to soak in a nearly 365 big bolt of blue. Can you imagine that it can be tiresome to have that same ceiling perpetually overhead, no matter how stunning the view? It can.
And so I delighted in wrapping myself in a rain shroud during our recent trip to the safari tent. Up in the mountains where air can fog to trip up and fall down. We had just returned from a hike where at one point we were so deep in the woods that I was awaiting to bubble pop into Narnia, when the skies thundered an announcement over the PA that we would not, actually, be straying from the tent at any point today save for two highly ambitious hoverings over the barbecue.
Droplets pelted the tent roof like clacking typewriter keys, writing new stories.
It was such a climate shift that I felt a little lost and nearly nervous. So I just listened. And watched. Until I started to enjoy this land-fall swimming enough to turn Automatic Pilot off with a mindful fingernail flick.
There is freedom in such pounding rain when you have no where that you have to go and no how that you have to be.
Just to listen to rough music, so sweet to the mind.
Mes sincères remerciements to the exceptionally talented:
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for inspiring me in general and today’s post in particular.
Beautiful pictures Heather! Oh yes I can imagine that sometimes it is tiresome to have that same blue ceiling all the time!
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Heather, this was nourishing and lovely. How do you say, 'I tip my hat' in French? Je … chapeau? 🙂
One movement sonata written on the leaves Beethoven may envy. A rare variation of the blue sky Provence.
I love the leaf with raindrops on the circular edge.
Your safari tent sounds like the perfect place to wait out the rain Heather.
We are used to perpetual sunny skies in Santa Fe also, but have received torrents of rain over the past week. The sound on your video is now very familiar to me. As exciting as it is to have these downpours, I think I'm ready for some blue skies again!
"Variety is the spice of life", even when it comes to the weather. However, timing is everything – putting up or taking down a tent in the wet is not my idea of fun………..It appears that you weren't faced with that horrible task. Bisous
We all get tired of the status quo – whether it's the sun or the rain. I love grey skies and pelting rain but most people think that i am a little bit strange. So be it.
Do you remember my telling you that I don't know if I could live in Seattle because of the rain? And yet, that day was like one long cool drink of water after so much sun. Jeanne, I think that you in particuar might appreciate Suze's post–she just moved to your area and is discovering it from a desert rat's point of view!
Ooh, that is a fine compliment Karin!
Bisous to you and scratchies to Mr. Oskar,
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A weekend in a safari tent, how cozy! It looks like the Pacific Northwest. We get so much rain and gray here that I always long for sun. But having weather and seasons is one of the reasons we live here. I'd probably miss the rain if suddenly we had Provence-ish weather. I'll remember this post the next time I curse our soggy weather. XO
Love your pictures, dear Heather! Nothing can beat "natural" raindrops…..
Although it's raining cats and dogs here in the Périgord, since days….your post lifts me up!!!
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