I mean as in they are truly, utterly, I could skip down them naked while playing a ukelele and no one would notice empty. Not that I plan on doing that mind you, it is simply far too hot and I would be afraid to sizzle the pads of my already blackened feet.
It is a time for not too demanding manual tasks as the most basic intellectual pursuits escape me. Books tumble into my lap as I turn on my belly to nap. Ideas and words have locked themselves into the drawers of my desk, refusing to come out until the temps have cooled, making it impossible to write. Photos for posts have piled up, knocking at the computer screen for attention but I just stare at them, blinking.
I am not complaining, of course. Remi has been in the midst of photographing a really interesting project that I will share with you later on under blazing studio lights for the past two weeks, the dogs are forced to wear their fur coats which droop heavily after I hose them down and renovation work continues with the heave of new roof tiles and the churn of cement just down the street.
Perhaps this is more of a billet-doux in an apology form for not being more active here. I usually go quiet in the winter months; this is unexpected. But I find my brain as vide as the streets and there is a form of texture hunt going on inside – both within the walls of this closed up house and inside my rather empty noggin’. But I keep thinking back to my friend J recently admitting that she likes jet-lag as it takes her to this kind of dreamy place. And so it is all a question of perspective then, as it always is.
For I do find Provence incredibly beautiful even while she is sporting her most dashing summer clichés, presenting her best angles to the visitors who have come from the world over to admire her…I just feel not entirely a part of all the buzz but rather am floating along beside it. Perhaps that is not a bad thing after all…
I am so excited when we go somewhere in the car because there is always a little moment of "Yay! Air-conditioning!" 🙂
Along with the Santa Anna's, non? Oof. It is bad enough to have the Mistral here with the cold but to have a crazy-making wind amidst heat would just about do me under, I think!
Thank you for the compliment…
Yes, I do need those things even while they feel just out of my capability right now, Edgar.
Ice is not a "thing" in France. I kind of forgot about it. I will makes some ice cubes and the dogs will have some too.
Thank you, Sandy. And yes, resting is key…
Oooh, watching good movies, yes! Perfect for a heat wave, Karena!
That slit in the stone was part of the fortified wall of the village…dating back to??…Middle Ages maybe? Isn't it something to imagine someone shooting arrows out of it.
And thank you for helping me to feel a bit better about getting zero accomplished! Hope your temps have gone back down…
Thank you Madame Decret! I have to say it is pretty charming in these parts. 🙂
Beautiful Sister – it is hard to take photos in this crazy brightness! Everything looks weirdly contrasted. I can't wait for you to visit here…
It is. But I would take the rain (and it was a crazy amount of it) over this any day of the week!
Thank you, Judith we are trying. And I am so happy to hear that you are having a moderate summer as well. My Mom and Sis are too in Michigan and all of you deserve it so much after the hellacious winter past. Scratchies to Karina, please.