Month: May 2015
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On the Eve of a Dream
The French Muse Experience starts tomorrow. Though the dream of doing such started long long time ago. Ruth and I have rented a van, also a large country home, contacted the artists and private homes we will visit,…
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Provencal Poppies
In my neck of the woods, there are fields upon little fields of poppies. Not California golden poppies, but red poppies. Poppies grow spontaneously. Their colorful petals spread out like a picnic blanket over the fields. One can guess…
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How I Met my French Husband: Hide and Seek
We played our game, silently. The tree line stood between us. I knew he was weaving in and out, coming towards me. He knew I was trying to catch him with my camera. We both wanted to win. I…
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The First day of May
Gentle passage of time. Giving sweet notes to lead the way. Perfumed bells that cannot be denied. May 1st. Lily of the Valley, other names include May lily, May bells, Lily Constancy, Ladder-to-Heaven, and Muguet (French). In…