Photos and Text by Corey Amaro
Undoubtedly, this time of year in Provence is beautiful. Though usually this time of year I am back in California visiting my family. I have missed many of summers in Provence, and forgot how mouth dropping, in your face, taste bud's bursting, sea breeze through your hair beautiful it was.
Isn't each season a surprise? It feels like spring will never come, and then pow it explodes seemingly overnight, and summer how it slowly sneaks in, catching you white as a ghost on the beach hoping for a St Tropez tan, and not a shade of lobster!
Because Sacha has the first part, of a two year, high school exam this year, we will not leave for California until July. That means I will see the French fields of lavender in bloom, the open markets explode with colorful perfume, watch Rose wine replace red, hear the cicadas clicking away, sit aimlessly under a sun that refuses to set, and amongst a million other summertime moments; as simple as kicking off one's espadrilles just to feel the blue sea wrap its arms around one's feet, and see the sun smack a kiss on the skin of everyone around….
The beginning of summer in Provence reminds me that someone up there knew what they were doing. The balance of light and dark, night and day, season by season, ebb and flow, give and take, unfolds with such a mysterious grace that undoubtedly life was meant as a gift to indulge in. For no matter what happens, the dirt, the rain, the wind, the blistering sun, the thorns and bugs, do yield a harvest, one that nurtures and offers life, abundantly.
The sense of wonder and awe, that is a gift I never want to lose.
What do you like best about summer?
As for me… the best blessing without a doubt, Sacha's Birthday is today,
Happy 17th dear Boy Boy, and fun fun fun with California girls on the beach!
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