Looking out from the top of Lacoste. Do you see the lavender fields in the distance?       A fountain once of practical importance, now simply admired.          Whenever I see a cat I…

  France in the early summer is a royal feast for the senses. And though it is old, it never grows old for me. The color of the season surprises me over and over again. Oh, that Provencal blue sky…

Chelsea's best friends (since junior high) spent the night last night. I was giddy to see them. Lea is finishing up her master's in humanitarian law, and will spend six months in Nepal starting in August. Of course Chelsea and…

  Yesterday while we were happy go lucky in the lavender fields in Provence, French Husband noticed something that I had not seen. He pointed to the ground with a funny look on his face, the kind he gets when…

  When your grown children (are they ever grown?) are faraway and they send you photos showing that they are together, having fun, enjoying each other's company… well it is heartwarming comfort, a rush of tender love, added fluff to…