A Taste of Provence

Taste provence

 

A taste of Provence:

Lipstick on an afternoon glass,

Chalk scrawled menu on a black board:

Aubergine, d'ail, courgette, poivron rouge…

Polka dotted cloth,

A golden glazed pot with herbs.

 

 

Lavender shutters

 

Strong hints of lavender,

Rough stones made smooth from wear,

Wisteria past bloom,

Bench waiting for conversation.

 

French cannisters

 

French canisters:

Farine (flour) for the croissants,

Cafe… au lait!

Poivre (pepper) Pepper? Pas Herb de Provence? Mais non.

Where is the Bonbon jar?

 

Provence blue shutters

 

Blue shutters with a street lantern.

Not opened, not closed might mean one or two things…

Someone is taking a nap,

or keeping cool from the sun,

Simply French kissing?

 

Escargot 

 

Escargot.

Outside.

Collected after the rain.

 

 Saint victoire aix en provence

 

Cezanne's muse.

St. Victoire under a Provencal sky,

with the Mistral chasing the clouds on by.

 

  

What is a taste of where you live?



Comments

15 responses to “A Taste of Provence”

  1. blissfarmantiques@gmail.com

    Currently we are tasting a typical New England fall. Warm days and cool nights, bright red, orange and yellow leaves, the air smells fresh, like crisp apples, and geese are honk honking overhead in a classic V-pattern on their way south. It is a delicious prelude to winter snow.

  2. Roses still blooming, their leaves yellowing and falling. The kitchen smells of the 10 cups of puréed roasted pumpkin just made. Mushrooms popping up in the gravel path and the seasonal question “wonder if they are edible” Quickly followed by “I can’t tell, not worth a chance. Remember Corey’s story about the basket of mushrooms that turned out to be poisonous”. The smell of fresh air at sunrise, The trees by the grocery store look like oversized paintbrushes dipped in gold, burgundy and maroon paint.

  3. Gorgeous images of the south of France. How my heart would love to be there right now. Here leaves are falling, the birds are capturing the last of the sunflower seeds. flowers disappearing, magnificent clouds at sunrise.

  4. Sharon Nicholes

    Warm sunny days. Sun set is so beautiful, yellow, orange and red. Comfortably cool evenings sitting on the deck. Quiet talk and laughter with some one you love. Weekend mornings, coffee on the deck feeling the sun warm my face. Soooo good.

  5. Signs of approaching winter here. First hard freeze of the season is forecast for this weekend, so Farmboy Husband needs to go out to the garden tomorrow to harvest the last of the green tomatoes and small peppers before the plants get zapped. Swiss chard, beets, salad greens, Portuguese cabbage (sort of like kale) etc., will ride out the chill, fortunately. And our furnace has been kicking on during the night lately. Brrr…

  6. Here on the east coast-the fall fashion of changing wardrobes….in nature and on your person– cool nights and cooler mornings darker longer on both ends of the day warm to hot afternoons shedding the layers of dress like the tress are shedding their leaves….the sky is bluer the clouds whiter and puffier missing summer looking forward to deep autumn- the weekend brings a different vibe leaving the city and heading to the shore(jersey shore) bonfire on the beach – so new things to experience old things to feel comfortable as the season begins PHILADELPIA the city of brotherly love and I sure do love her….

  7. Gosh, I have saudades (as we say in the Portuguese biz) for California!

  8. Hot sun, bright turquoise sky, and the scent green chili peppers roasting, carried on the breeze. That’s life in rural New Mexico where I live.

  9. It’s been pumpkin fest here with giant 700-1700 pound pumpkins on parade. They’ve been carved and painted to decorate t town.

  10. It is mid-spring in Perth and a wonderful time to enjoy fish n chips at Cottesloe Beach (overlooking the Indian Ocean) while watching the the glorious sunset.

  11. My sweet guy and I are in Dallas for a few days, so I think today smells like BBQ!

  12. Rebecca from the pacific northwest

    Grey fog drifts among the douglas firs here in Gig Harbor, WA, fading the tops of them at the top into the grey of this soft fall midday. The water of the harbor reflects a panoply of soft greys, rather than the bright crisp blue sky and white clouds of summer. Here and there, out of the mists, appear the warmth of big leaf maples that are turning gold, golden brown, brown. A few drops drip from the eves of the house. It’s a beautiful quiet calm day.

  13. Rebecca from the pacific northwest

    I forgot the “taste” assignment. Not surprising since I can’t taste or smell. I taste with my eyes!

  14. Rebecca from the pacific northwest

    Love the red-red-red lipstick on the glass in the first picture. So classic, adds so much to the still life. Your lipstick?

  15. Rebecca from the pacific northwest

    I wish I could click “like” on this. Sounds loveliy.

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