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Winner of the Fisherman Postcard
I loved each and everyone of the stories each of you creatively sent. The emails were equally delightful. Thank you for taking the time to stir up a tale, I…
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This That and the Other
My dear friends Jan and Sarah were in Provence staying in the Little House. We went to Valensole to see the lavender fields, Jan took my photo. Best…
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This needs a Story
Found amongst a bunch of old postcards: A fisherman and his granddaughter. Tell me a story about it, I will randomly pick one of the stories and send it…
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The Tree of Life
At the end of the street there is a stump of a plantain tree that probably was a couple of hundred years old when it died. It is at…
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My Favorite Annie Story in Memory of Annie
An old post about Annie that I love: While threading the needle to sew Sacha's worn jeans I asked Annie if she had any tender memories of living…
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The Festa
Sacha is in the land of milk and honey, or should I say sweetbread and sopas, or with his va and chocolate chip cookies, he is in Willows,…
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Rule of the Fleamarket
On the way home a flea market happened to sprout up. Wonders never cease: It was an evening flea market where the locals gathered with bits and pieces…
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French Seduction
The road to the brocante is never the same way twice. The seasons make sure of that. The old things gathered tell me so, ah and the stories mingled…
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The House Next Door
Imagine the tree that once was a seedling somewhere in Provence, that is what I think of each time I see the beams in the bedroom, they have been…
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