Help, Halloween's Here!

Last year, as in most years, I decorated the house for Halloween. This year, a fresh pumpkin sits on the front steps and nothing else!! No time to crawl through the attic and drag out decorations this year. Stacks of household chores to do to get life back to some semblance of order after being away so long.

Above - Front porch 2007

The outdoor French markets were displaying many wonderful Autumn foods. The chestnuts are popular as French cooks use them in both savory and sweet dishes, chopped and creamed. At a village Pumpkin Fete we enjoyed music from the local band. Children rode ponies, giant pumpkins were judged for weight, and the local people met friends for coffee and French versions of 'fair foods' such as we see here at State Fairs at this time of year. Well, no huge turkey legs being hefted - rather delicacies such as fougasse and roasted chestnuts. The warm air was full of festivity and I was certain the wine would start flowing as the day progressed

French squash and pumpkins are quite different from the bright orange, smooth skinned ones we are used to here. Very beautiful to look at............and to eat.

Oops, must run, still have to buy candy for the Trick or Treaters tomorrow evening - that part of Halloween cannot be missed no matter how busy we are. Perhaps I'll even make time to whip up some pumpkin bread too!

Going Home ~ Coming Home

Back in the USA! Arrived Sunday after an almost nine hour flight. Not the best way to be celebrating an auspicious Birthday - yes, it was a big one and I didn't even get a slice of cake - just a granola bar!

Where to start? At the beginning perhaps. Was limited for computer time while in France and England, WIFI not readily available like here. Hope you enjoyed at least a couple of glimpses from life on the roads of Europe and, as promised, I'll bring you more over the coming weeks. I did take a lot of pics of some beautiful scenery, decor, food, markets, my family, and some very special blog friends whom many of you know.

Typical English countryside at daybreak before landing at Heathrow.

After a coach ride from Heathrow to Gatwick Airport, a snack to keep us going while awaiting our flight to Toulouse. No time in England but did get a quick visit on the return.

Leaving the UK and heading across the English Channel to France.


By late afternoon we were in Caunes-Minervois, hugged by family and comfortably ensconced in a "room with a view" of the lovely garden. The window, complete with heavy wood shutters so typical to France, looked out onto the lower level garden and the small "impasse", a pedestrian lane running between the house, some farmland and Caunes Abbey. When here in June 2006, my brother was still renovating this house and we stayed in his former home in a nearby village. The changes here are amazing and I'll be showing you more later.

Thanks to all of you who have kept up with me and left comments and e-mails. Being gone for almost a month and unable to visit you and leave comments has been tough.......but each one of you has been on my mind. I wish you could have all been along to enjoy everything the South of France has to offer.

French Food

When I have more time to extol the virtues of French food I will write several posts dedicated to the amazing array of beautiful foods available everywhere. The French have managed to get it all right when it comes to eating.......................and drinking.

Meanwhile, a quick peek from markets I've visited these past weeks thanks to Corey and Linda while in Provence, my family here in the Minervois, and of course my ever patient dh whom I've dragged to every market day in every village and town along the way.

French breads are the best in the world. Most people buy twice a day with a fresh baguette or other shaped loaf for breakfast and lunch, returning to the boulangerie at 5:30 PM for another fresh baked beauty for dinner later in the evening.

I admit I am a cheese-aholic! No meat of any description, much to a French cook's disappointment, but perhaps I'm pardoned when I gobble their fabulous cheeses.

A healthy salad is always fresh from the potager. Lettuce at the market is never in a plastic bag. Just-picked heads are displayed proudly in boxes, the crispness visible to the senses, and just a simple oil and vinegar dressing required. My brother's is great, and of course the lettuce from his garden the best. Good olive oil, a little walnut oil, balsamic vinegar, a gentle shake in a bottle and the perfect salad arrives on the table.
Because the French rarely eat between meals, sweet treats are saved for dessert. Yes, those gorgeously slim ladies DO eat small portions of scrumptious desserts!

Below is a 'take away' dessert treat Corey shared with us following lunch in Aix-en-Provence. The prettiest, intensely flavored, cream-filled macaroons. I chose coffee flavor, dh pistachio - eaten on the wall of one of Aix's many lovely fountains.

More on food later....................off now to enjoy another of my sister-in-law's gourmet meals. Can honestly say I haven't had a bad French meal yet - every morsel has been perfection. Did I hear someone mention "diet"? Oh yes, that word looms in my future, however you need to know that we have walked, and walked, including a 5 mile hike through the vineyards this week!!

Bringing France Home

Have you ever stayed somewhere so perfect that you wanted to bring the furnishings home? This seems to be happening a lot. My brother and sister-in-law's gorgeous home I'll show more of later, much of it I'd love to pack up and ship to North Carolina..................and, guess what, they'll open their massive antique door to you if you want to visit!

Again, sorry I've not posted, just having fun during these marvellous days in France. I believe I've taken over 2000 photos so will have much to share.

Meanwhile, a brief peek to whet your appetite for all things lovely and French. In the Provencal town of Apt, at the base of the Luberon mountains, we spent two nights in an amazing house called La Madone. Our apartment, called "Chanvre" which is a type of old linen fabric, was so beautiful, I could have moved in permanently.

These two heavy linen cushion covers trimmed in French blue, I purchased right off the linen upholstered daybed.........................................................along with some antique monogrammed linen kitchen towels. This kitchen sink was set into a very old massive stove with iron doors.
The romantic pool in the lovely garden of La Madone.
Our living room complete with beamed ceiling, lovely paint effects, crystal chandeliers and puddled heavy linen draperies.

I'll have so much more to show later after all photos organized. My days in France have been fabulous. Off to London on Friday for just a brief visit - can't pass up a chance to go home and do a little shopping before crossing the pond yet again.

Many thanks to all who have stopped by while I've been gone - miss you all.

A Chateau in France?

Having such a great time there's been no time to post - sorry!! Just a quick note to let you know I may come back...................unless I become the owner of this chateau/winery, soon to be auctioned, and just a few miles from my family's home!!!!!

Meanwhile, this is the amazing village house and garden which my brother and his wife have been painstakingly restoring for several years. Many more pics to come - I've taken so many.

I'm in Provence right now staying in another gorgeous house in the Luberon Mountains. I'll have so much to show you when I return and have time to edit my photos. Just know there are many new decorating ideas swimming around in my mind and, although I love it here, I'm looking forward to coming home, dragging the paintbrushes out, cranking up the sewing machine.......................and really doing some serious makeovers!

For those of you who keep up with bloggers Corey and Linda who both live here in Provence................I've met them both this week and had a fabulous time with each of them.

Thank you both for taking me around the Aix-en-Provence and Loumarin markets. Have to admit, there's nothing better than getting into places only the local "treasure hunters" are familiar with. Wait 'til you see what I found in back street brocantes and tiny village alleys.

More from the road later.