Moments before nightfall the last rays of sunshine came through the kitchen window splashing across the red tiled kitchen floor, a misplaced chair stood as if in the spotlight soaking it up. Soaking up the gentle light.
I imagined myself in its spot.
Spotlight for the last rays of the day.
I recalled an early email from a friend, tears wet the red tiled floor.
Glistening, slow danced with the sunlight.
Holy moments right there in the kitchen.
Some of the words my friend wrote played over and over,
"...amazing capacity to flood dark places with life giving light..."
to be flooded with light.
Life giving light.
How did she know, how did the sunlight know, how did the the moment come together?
The last rays of light flooded the kitchen, the unexpected chair, and the received letter?
Clap, Bang, Whistle, Pop holiness wrapped up with a dose of daily life.
"Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events as meaningfully related, where they are unlikely to be casualiy related. The subject sees it as a meaningful coincidence. The concept of synchronicity was first described by Carl Jung." Via Wiki.
"...amazing capacity to flood dark places with life giving light..."
Flood dark places like a rushing river...
Clear full quenching parched land.
Letter in hand.
The last rays came in across the floor,
a ray poured through the crack,
a seed sprouted,
a tree rooted pushing through the roof,
reaching towards the moon, sun, stars, tomorrow, eternity.
The capacity to love is endless.
Sacha left early this morning, four a.m. to be exact, to go to Seattle to do an internship with Kontent Partners. Though first he will spend one week in Willows with my family.
Last night we celebrated with a "last supper" a end to summer and a hello to Sacha's wonderful adventure.
Of course he hadn't packed.
Of course I wasn't prepared to say goodbye.
Of course there was a happy/sad feeling but soon was settled with the lush of a summer feast.
He wore my Dad's watch. I love that!
I made a goat cheese, emmental, tomato with spinach lasagna. Don't ask me for the recipe because it is something I winged up. Cookbooks are just for inspiration the rest comes from the pleasure of texture, taste and a glass of wine.
Happiness is inventing.
Also I made a roasted red beet salad with hazelnut dressing on "mache".
(What is mache in English?)
I could have been happy just with the roasted beets.
And moreso Sacha's smile all night long.
Love is an amazing feeling when it comes to one's children.
Does it know any bound?
Age doesn't matter.
I love being his mother.
Yann giving Sacha last minute advice.
Last minute affectionate words.
Last minutes full of foreveness.
Melon with limoncello and lavender.
Ready - set - go !
Seattle until October. Then one more year of study in Paris.
A meal for four that looked like a meal for ten.
Mother's cooking is like that.
Full ripe ready and too much.
I bought the straw wine serving basket at the brocante and baptised it at the last supper.
Take a cracker.
Add some camembert.
A few cracked walnuts.
And a piece of green onion tucked underneath.
Oh the taste of yum.
The last supper until Autumn.
Farewell lovely boy.
My dear friend, Alice's mother Cheryl is staying with us for three weeks. I met Cheryl when we were in the monastery together in New Mexico. We were in our early twenties. Cheryl was from Australia, we became steadfast friends.
In the last few months I have met so many of you I could fill my blog full of stories, cherished moments and good laughs. Though most the time, I forget to take a photo because I am caught in the moment of excitment, and only afterwards kick myself,
Three women out of the blue have come up to me and said,
All three times I have asked, "Do I know you?" in which they have replied, "No, I know you from reading your blog." Each time that has happened I have thought,
"Thank goodness I thought I was losing it."
Gael is from Australia, I met her in Paris. After she said hello we had a hot chocolate together I invited her to come and stay with us in Provence. I introduced her to Thierry. Long story short I might be a match maker again.
Bells ringing, hearts singing, and a gentleness towards Thierry as he follows his heart.
Natulka I met in Avignon at an antique fair. Natalka is from Canada. While at the fair we spotted Keira Knightley, Keira's husband and mother. Natulka is an international antique dealer, and has a vacation home that she rents out in Uzes (if your interested let me know and I will send you her email.) We shared lunch, stories and hopefully will meet up soon again.
Catherine is French but lives in Seattle. When she came up to me she was with her beautiful mother. We talked in English and French. We had similar stories and shared much in the little time we had together.
As Chelsea has said in meeting many of you (who have stayed in our apartment in Paris and in Provence) "Mom, your blogger friends are the most genuine kindhearted people in the world."
It is true.
Thank you for your generous friendship throughout these years...
I had the enormous pleasure of meeting Rebecca! Those of you who read my blog and comment section know that Rebecca writes often and says things with a twist of humor. I put her in the category with: Diogenes, Franca Bolla and my brother Mat. After meeting her I was certain she would fit in the same happy boat if need be with Diogenes, Franca Bolla and my brother Mat. When Rebecca and her husband came over to our house one of the first thing she said was: "Oh this is like a storybook come alive... there's the fountain, there's the wallpaper, there's the bathroom..." I sill laugh thinking of that.
By the way Rebecca is really tall, compared to me.
We saw Julia and her partner again! I can not have enough of them. Julia makes me laugh out loud!
We met Rachel and her husband in Aix. They invited us to dine with them. Rachel is a card maker extraordinaire!!! If ever she starts to sell them I will let you know. Rachel has lovingly sent Annie her hand made cards through out the year. Annie loves them so much.
Last year I offered a giveaway on my blog to five readers on my blog to come and stay with us for a week. We meet Teresa and Dave, and guess what they are coming back for two weeks this September!
Eileen was another winner that day. Eileen came with her two friends, Renate and Susan. We had a lovely time together, the three of them were childhood friends. I enjoyed their company so much so that they promised to come back and stay with us next year.
Carrie I met through blogging when she came to Marseille. Within the same hour she invited me to come stay with her in Ireland. I took her up on that offered and stayed with her for two weeks. This year she came and stayed with us.
We also met Merisi and later Lieselotte in Austria.
I best stop because there are so many of you I have met this year that if I keep going it is going to take hours to read.
I wish I had taken photos of each and everyone of you that I have met through blogging and throughout the years! Please if and when I meet you REMIND me to take a photo of us together.
A rough calculation I have met nearly 300 people who read my blog.
This year alone probably fifty or so already.
Have I met you? How did you find my blog?
Chelsea lives near Saint Martin Canal so my friend Cheryl and I met her there. The goal was to ride bicycles from Chelsea's apartment to the Eiffel Tower and then back to our apartment. I knew my legs would be noodles by the time we reached home. Noodles. Over cooked noodles.
Cheryl looked very French in her black and white pencil skirt!
Me... oh well.
Over the Pont Alexandre Bridge.
Admiration at sunset.
Chelsea led the way.
Cheryl was in the middle, and I stayed at the end.
We sandwich-ed Cheryl in so we wouldn't loose her.
I have always love this view of the Eiffel Tower.
We made it without breaking a sweat.
We snapped (Snapchatted) our families.
Sticking out my tongue,
Gosh I don't know why.
I was happy.
Not a flattering photo of any of us. Bugged eyed me barely in the photo,
Chelsea sticking out out her tongue, as if licking my face,
and Cheryl squinting with laughter!
We were so silly, so happy and thrilled!
I didn't care about how we looked, we just wanted to mark the memory!
Vanity out, friendship in, Paris yeah!
Then we rode home, uphill!
And had the best dinner.
our friendship and
alot of it!
From the local producer down the road, zucchini blossoms with tiny zucchinis... maybe a few hours old, cause those of you who have ever grown a garden know that zucchini grow at rocket speed.
The producer Michel, grows eerything organically. He has fields for gardens, plus olive trees and orchards. If you buy one or two pounds of anything it is one price, but if you buy five pounds or more it is basically a giveaway.
Carrying it back home is the challenge.
I roasted cherry tomatoes with garlic and marjolaine (oregano in English) that I picked in the hillside nearby our home. The aroma was summer defined.
I mixed the roasted tomates with pasta.
The colors of Provence can be described by that which grows under the blue sky during summer:
and of course the sea.
I cannot get enough of this 1700s boutis in my friend's shop.
My dare to wear color.
Threw in my black.
I cut the sleeves and hem, and took in the sides.
I have learned from Annie that anything can be transformed.
comes in pale blue, pink and salmon.
I figured if I was going to wear color... go bold. I must admit I felt self conscious all day long.
Grilled Zucchini Blossoms
Coat a hot skillet with olive oil
Gently place the zucchini blossoms in the pan
lightly heat on each side (a minute or two)
add nutmeg and a splash of cognac.
Heat another minute.
Salt as needed.
Served on the side of the pasta dish.
What is your favorite summer dish? And summer color?
Last night while having a drink with Chelsea, Mr. Espresso and my dear friend from Australia, Cheryl, I asked Chelsea and Mr. Espresso if I could take a photo of them. When Mr. Espresso said yes I knew that he was finally, after seven years, giving me permission to show his face on my blog. Even more shocking Chelsea did not make a face.