-
-
Bugnes During Lent
Grabbing the plastic bag I had prepared the night before, I left early in the morning for my friend Annie's house. (Annie is my friend who is 89, though she…
-
Nature’s Frame
Green feast iron heart ivy growing abundantly framing the door as if to say, »Looky here, take a photo of me! »
-
Italy and the Journey
It has been a week since I came to Italy to help my friend Laurie (whom I met through blogging) navigate creating a pied-à-terre. My friend and her cousins bought…
-
Italy
A few more days in Italy. So much more to say when time permits and the wifi works faster.
-
Old Town
How many hilltop villages does it take before I stop gasping at the sight of them? How many villages have I said I could live here? How many empty old…
-
A Child Knows What is Best?
Last week I was at the Park with this Cupcake. Was it cold? Yes! Why isn’t she wearing gloves? Well, if you have ever tried to put gloves…
-
What Better Way to Visit a New Place
Italy – In a tucked away place, far from the maddening crowd, down a long narrow road, snugged in the homeland of a friend’s family who has asked me to…
-
An Early Evening Walk
The few trees that remain on the path by our home create a crown for the sun.
-
The Book of Love – What is Your Love Language?
The word tablespoon is worn off my Mother's measuring spoons; this is another indicator of how much my Mother cooks. This love language of hers is shared homemade…
Categories
- Brocante
- French la Vie Creative Journeys
- Living in France
- Movable Feast
- My French Husband
- My Friend Annie
- Olivia and Gabriel
- Our Apartment in Paris
- Our Fisherman's House on the port of Cassis
- Palestine, Helping Mohammed and his Family
- Poetic Rambling
- Sacha & Chelsea
- Travels
- Uncategorized
- Willows, Memories from Back Home