Wednesday, March 30, 2011

el Arte de Persianas en Madrid

Another example of shutter art in Madrid. This stuff has tagging "art" beat to a pulp.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

Bummer Lambs

Maggie Mae and Trixie in the Lane at our driveway.  Their mama died, and they now are living at Joni's, with Bently the Great Dane pup, a few ducks, a couple of goats, untold ponies, a cowdog and a few people.  Well-tended.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Waiting for Madrid

What my garden looked like Thursday.  Not much better today, though the stream through it has slowed somewhat.  In another month, these strawberries will be hale and hardy.  Right?

Friday, March 25, 2011

100th post!

Wearing something purple today to celebrate Sonoma County's Epilepsy Awareness Day, organized by Elisabeth, celebrating and bringing love and awareness to this pervasive condition.  Blessings.


Thursday, March 24, 2011

d'Ombre et de Lumière

Of Shadow and Light...

For You!

A Lemon Filled morning (oh, I mean, Evening!).  Every little thing here is soaking wet!  Glory Be to the Wetest!  xoxoLC

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Un Autre Jour Ensoleillé

The village of Soreze as seen from behind the blackberry vines on the road to the new ronde point (say roh-nde py-ant), roundabout, in town. We don't take the sun for granted here, at least not yet. In fact it makes it harder to stay inside and write. I just have to reward myself at the end of a productive day with a walk or a game of Scrabble with Monique. (In French last night, vraiment! truly!)

Monday, March 21, 2011

Le Printemps

I am hearing it on the radio, whole jazz and classical shows on France Musique on the theme of le printemps (say: prahn-tahmp), and in the cheerful voices of the birds nesting in the stone wall of the patio next door. Giving thanks for the rain and sun that is greening the fields.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Still feels like Winter

Taken from the truck on the First St. Bridge.  The Egret is on a slice of island in the middle of a very rushing Russian River!  The stars are out tonight, so I am imagining that the river will go down some before the next round of storm.  Hugs and Love!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Un Seau Plein de Larmes

350 people turned out yesterday to honor Claude Crespy at her funeral in the parish church of Soreze. During the day it only drizzled but that night the sky cried a bucket full of tears.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tempêtes de Vent

Our tender green shoot of Spring has been blown away for the moment by windy storms.
A good day this week will be when the wind dies down to 6 mph.
All the better to keep me in the grenier writing away.
Progress is being made.

Saturday, March 12, 2011


Cozy after a loooooong day of being The Best Girl. 

le Jour des Marionnettes

The children in the village have been on their midwinter vacation from school, so a variety of entertainments have been offered locally. One of them came to my back yard, well, to the square around the corner, where a small theater and chairs were set up to bring the children "the laughter and the joy of the spectacle of 'Guignol and the Pirate' ".

Guignol is a puppet created in Lyon in 1808 by a silk worker, Laurent Mourguet, during a recession in the silk making business in France which put him, and a lot of others, out of work. Mourguet created a puppet show and the character of Guignol to educate the people of Lyon about the dire situation of his fellow silk workers, to discuss social injustices and openly criticize the bourgeois families who looked down on the desperately poor workers and the local and national authorities who did nothing to help them.

The "Guignol and the Pirate" show here last week didn't have any political undertones, that I could decipher anyway, but I love that even the puppet show here has a long, politically tinged, history. And that the children still love it and participate in the show, shouting out "Il est là! Il est là!" (He's there! He's there!) when the bad guy appears.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Tête à Tête dans l'Escalier

These miniature jonquils are called Tête à Tête. They sell 3-inch pots at the market for 1.50€ a piece. I treated myself to three pots a couple of weeks ago and tucked them into this dish with some moss from the foot of the mossy wall along the Chemin du Tour du Parc, the little street that circles the village. They greet me in the morning and give me company as I wash the dishes at night.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Saturday, March 5, 2011

A Couple of Autumns Ago

Interesting to find and look at some photos from a couple of years ago.  These are rose hips in Mom's garden, Ferndale, CA.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Prevue: le Cirque Mignon

In Revel on Monday afternoon, we took shelter in a big red tent.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Tranche de Sanguine

Slice of my life: back to the garrett and getting pages done today.