Our friends who we have known since we arrived in Provence twenty six years ago, came for a picnic today. We walked to the river (tiny as it is) five minutes away from our house.
The gratitude I have for Michelle and Herve is enourmous, they are salt of the earth type of friends, geniune, easy going and creative fun. They came by with their two grand children: Sophia and Arlo.
I miss having children around... Sophia is five and Arlo is three.
As the Mistral blew Arlo stopped looked up at the mighty plain trees, "What is that sound?"
Ah the delights of a three year old, to take note of nature, to question, to wonder in awe, "What is that sound?"
He listened as I said that it was the leaves singing in the wind.
We sat under those big trees,
the blue sky,
had a picnic,
enjoying the moment.
Sophia playing as children do in their magical world, that allows us to remember what we have forgotten and need.
and many more stories throughout my blog.