"Au revoir, mes amis."
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Time for Angels
"Au revoir, mes amis."
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Counting Down the Hours
Friday, September 26, 2008
Shelter
So, back to the packing. Closet doors yawn, drawers gape open. "Take me, pack that, choose this" the contents say. Not decided yet, you say. Checking the weather for the South of France finds perfect days of sunshine, with cool evenings and early mornings. So back to the list with a few changes necessary. Wednesday, September 24, 2008
France.......and Florida Friends
Why the books? I have to tell you that Terri is an author with two wonderful books already published - I'm reading the second right now - and another soon to be on the way to my bookshelf. We are going to have much to talk about when we meet next week. Terri is from New England, and I lived there many years, so we know many of the same places in Massachusetts and New Hampshire. We talked on the phone this week and she already feels like a special friend. We've shared travel tips such as what to pack. I'm inclined to take too much but, by the looks of her small bag, she's got it down pat when it comes to traveling light. I've been able to share interesting places to visit in the Minervois region as I was there in 2006. She's invited us all over for wine and cheese. I just know we will have a great time.
Terri now lives on a tiny Florida island named Cedar Key. She also has a beautiful vacation property ready to rent if you need a break and want to live the island life. You just have time to stop by to wish her "bon voyage", tell her Mary sent you. Terri DuLong www.islandwriter.net
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Village Friends in France
Note: As I'm having major ongoing photo upload/post/save problems with Blogger, I'm hoping this will post. Is anyone else still having problems? It's been well over a week now and literally thousands of Blogger subscribers are cramming the message boards with complaints and threats of moving to other blog sites such as Typepad.
Edited: Seems to have posted but reverted to Sunday's date - oh well, hope you can see it - meanwhile the frustration continues.
Falling into Fall
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Dancing on an Autumn breeze.
The goldfinch on a thistle head
Stood scattering seedlets as she fed,
The wrens their pretty gossip spread,
Or joined the random roundelay.
........Jean Ingelow.........
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Old Ways
Arriving in the village.
It's always great to return to the place where you were raised, for me that was England. The memories flood back, you feel that sense of belonging even though you've been gone for years. It's also really special to have another place to visit where you feel surrounded by the love only given by your family. How fortunate I am to have this opportunity.
Village street.
The vineyards surrounding the village in Autumn.





