Early morning. As I open the shutters, I think about how important the shutters are here in Provence. In summer, they shut out the heat of the sun. In winter they close in the heat of the wood stove or other source. In fact, the act of opening and closing the shutters marks the start of a new day … or the ending of one. More
Letters From France
Seems as if that title is an oxymoron, but not here in the Luberon. I’ve always been fascinated by the fact that everyone plants pansies … in the winter. The hearty flowers soldier on through frost and an occasional snowfall, but never completely die. More
Life in this area of France (as well as many others) gives us daily reminders of the past. History here goes back centuries. I can walk out the door of my home in the village of Saignon and gaze up at sections of the old chateau dating back to the 10th century. More
The latest iteration of the holiday festivities is upon us. The King Cake or Galette du Roi. It’s a type of flakey pastry cake, which, traditionally, celebrates the Epiphany and is sold in most bakeries during the month of January. The flaky puff pastry has layers with a dense center of frangipane/ almond paste. More
January! A new year and time to RE-new my dedication to sharing my life in France with readers back in the States. I see that my last post was in September. Not exactly the kind of record that earns praise for dedication and determination. I do, however, have a little bit of a very good excuse. More
Sometimes I think I hear the groans and moans and “ya, ya” accompanied by eye rolls. Ok, so there’s lavender and good wine and non-stop baguettes and people sit in the outdoor cafés, even in January.
Sometimes I cannot even explain it to myself. The last two bananas I’ve eaten were from the Ivory Coast and Columbia, respectively. So it isn’t just about the abundance of fresh, local produce year ’round. But in part, it is. More
It’s almost ten years down the line since my arrival in France to take care of the Domaine de Claparèdes, a compound of vacation rental properties in the south of France. I’m reflecting on all that has happened since those hot and humid days of broken pool gates and broken promises. I realize that until that experience, I was a spirit looking for a home. Until that summer and these ensuing years, I was basically spiritually homeless. I was a French soul living in another country. More
In keeping with my compare-and-contrast theme, I’m reflecting on the July holidays. We’ve just celebrated our July 4th holiday … our celebration of independence. On July 14th, the French will celebrate their version of Independence Day.
The following two paragraphs are culled from information on the Internet. It doesn’t take much reading to glean the similarities. More
I’ve just completed a four-day writers retreat at Interlochen. Guilt washed over me like an unexpected rain storm, as I realized how little I’ve written these past weeks, and how I’ve neglected my blog. Sorry.
As regular readers know, I often compare and contrast my life in France with my life in Michigan: weather, food, activities, people, and pets, just to name some of the topics. More
Amazing how quickly the days, weeks, months, and seasons come and go. Spring has finally arrived here in the Luberon … just as I must leave. This post will be shorter than most, so I can get on with packing.
I’ve had a nasty head cold, which seems to be on the run. Gratefully, it seemed to run its course in record time. Pardon the racing analogy, but being in France did not mean being immune to, nor away from, the non-stop reporting on the Boston Marathon bombing. My head and heart were both heavy. More