French la Vie

 

 

Photo via my friend Leigh

 

 

Photo via my friend Leigh

 

 

Photo via my friend Leigh

 

The horizon

ever vast

the lavender scent carried me to another place

Caressing lavender stalks

my hands perfumed by the touch

A silent prayer.

 

 

 

Family and friends.

Photo via Miss Selfie Stick holder Madison.

 

 

 

 

We drove to Valensole weaving along the backroads. Seven in a van, my cousin Judy drove like a race car driver I loved it, I did not fall asleep.

The excitement was exhilarating. The scenery though never disappointing rarely keeps me awake. So I laughed with those in the van, felt giddy as a twinkle of a star and waited anxiously at their reaction to the lavender fields of Valensole.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From the car window, a blur of color.

 

 

 

Photo via Madison and her selfie stick, which was a kick in the pants.

So funny, so fun… those two little cousins are sweeties!

 

 

Photo via Madison

of my Aunt Eva May, my mother's sister in law.

Must – dash in the lavender fields.

The two grand daughters posed my Aunt in a hundred different photos. Such admiration they have, such evident love, beautiful to witness. They giggled as they would say, "Grandma bend down, smell the lavender." Click. "Grandma, raise your hands to the sky." Click. " Grandma, grandma, hold the lavender to your nose like a moustache." Click.

Darling love.

 

 

 

 Until next year.