Farm table, pot of flowers, fruit on a tablecloth, home calling, summertime approaching.
The blue shutter swings up, the wisteria drapes along the sill, the neighbor across the way says, "Bonjour."
Century old villages where the old patina tells a story reminding us of who we are now. Two people marry, set up a home, buy a table, some chairs, dishes, sheets and a bed. They paint the shutters, plant some flower, the cat sits in the window sill, the coffee scents the air. They love, they create their lives, hold on to what they cherish and dream of tomorrow.
Old village, young heart.
Reflecting a path to constant and true.
Photo: A painting the appears to crumble in the next second, but does not.
Love letter,
where did I leave it,
give it,
drop it,
long for it…
Knock and enter in.
Enter in
to
love.
Heart shaped leaf with many veins leading out.
Little things found at the brocante. Bits and pieces tattered, torn, broken… that someone kept for one reason or another. Maybe they thought they would repair them one day, maybe a sweet memory was attached to the object which kept it from the garbage. Maybe these little things gave inspiration, or then again maybe these things were put in a box and forgotten. Who knows why these old things were kept….. but I am glad that they were.
Three bonbonne (in French) demijohn (in English) used for storing wine. Usually they have straw or burlap or some sort of protective casing around them.
"I would lead you and bring you Into the house of my mother,
who used to instruct me;
I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates."
French country home style.
"The blue hour (from French l'heure bleue) is the period of twilight early in the dawn each morning and late in the dusk each evening when the sun is at a significant distance below the horizon and the residual, indirect sunlight takes on a predominantly blue hue." via wiki
Oh so French those details of inspiration.
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