One morning I awoke just before sunrise. I tiptoed down the stairs and let myself out into the garden. The light was mauve, the village silent. Most French village houses are not blessed with extensive gardens. My family's house is an exception, they have a truly lovely garden on two levels. For several years they have worked diligently to resurrect this garden that had been neglected for a long time.
The lovely garden has several natural springs. They have created small ponds, called bassins, the largest being home to many fish, others used to water shrubs and the vegetable garden...............where the inviting pool overlooks the 9th century abbey and the village rooftops. Needless to say this was the perfect place to sit and ponder why one might want to live in a small village and enjoy a quiet and more simple life!




