My head is lolling towards the open window where my hand lies out-stretched, conducting the breeze.
There is a sense of sweetness – not scent nor taste – that coddles my skin.
And in the blooms we stop to gaze at, I see a promise.
Of growth, of continuation…where age falls off into l’oubli…
…Most certainly for the olive trees that had died of a frost bone deep in the ground so many years ago and yet they wave wildly as I pass, gleefully reborn.
I reach for my camera and idly snap, catching at nothing in particular but the essence of all.
Remi is driving next to me and I here him quietly chide me for being so casual in my photography. “It’s not respectful,” he tells me for the tenth time. A smile rises on my lips and I snap again, kissing the air.
Doesn’t he know that I am in love with the softness of the Provençal spring?
Beautiful blue skies…ah, how lovely…you had me a little confused travelling lady…until I read another comment 😉
Happy Weekend xx
Thank you Lorrie, I do appreciate that!
It is interesting being here in Michigan where it is already the lushness of summer, so different…
Oh, he just gets on me for taking snaps out the window!! It is more about treating the act of photography with respect – something that is understandable coming from him. 🙂
Always such a compliment coming from you Meredith. 🙂 Scratchies to Orvis, please.
He DID? Oh my, I have to run and see….!!!!
I love your particular use of "intoxicated" Jeanne – that is certainly what it feels like!
Bisous.
With a G like Gallivanta! 😉
I am! But I am posting photos from Provence that I prepared in advance for a bit while here. 🙂
That particular promise was not fufilled but there will be another…
I bet you have ones like that on your walks in the woods with Karina. 🙂
Merci for this gorgeous compliment. You are always so generous…
Isn't it gorgeous? This was up by the last mazet that we rented – on a drive near Roques sur Pernes.
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I can almost smell the air of Provence in your words. Evocative photos just add to the pleasure.
Nature reveals itself in the flowers and trees and of course the breeze. Spring with its green and blooms.
Wonderful.
A beautiful post Heather. Spring is gorgeous in Provence. I am afraid that Remi would find me rather disrespectful too in the presence of such beauty.
You've captured the essence, indeed! I love this post.
GORGEOUS!THAT FIRST PHOTO just lead me there and let me BE!
I do like REMI's words……."It's not respectful"I understand what he is saying BUT I understand YOU TOO which he would not get as we are foreigners.
HOW IS MOM and SISTER and all who resides HERE??Are you having a WONDERFUL TIME?I would so LOVE to call you and say HELLO!I promise just to take five minutes of your time!I did a new POST today……..THE SON cut his hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I know I know you adored his hair,but it was time!XOXOXO
Ha, I love your relaxed and intoxicated way of taking in spring and don't find it one bit disrespectful – sorry Remi. You've beautifully captured the sense of renewal that comes from appreciating the wonder of the season! XOXO
Glorious!
I'm very confused…I thought you were in the States????
I see a promise as well.
Ooh thank you, thank you for sharing this blissful moment.
Pure poetry….Remi should know by now…that you are the 'real thing' with your eye and camera…and your genuine love the Provence…you bring a smile to my face just gazing at the photos…
Thank you
Oui. The softness of the Provençal Spring is really something, judging by your beautiful photos. Thank you, Heather, as always, for a gorgeous glimpse of your area.