Stories Collected While Living in France
Our friends Rodger and Arnelle have generously offered their home away from home to us for a holiday shortly after we arrived we took an impromptu nap that lasted two hours! The warm breeze passing through the wisteria, the lullaby’s silence, the sturdy stone walls gave haven and we took advantage of its gift.
How lovely indeed.
Enjoy your days with your lovely family
God bless us and protect us all
Love Jeanne
Beauty. Love the tile roof with the patina of green lichens!
The first and only time I went to France we stopped in England first. I was so jet lagged. A young boy had kicked my seat all the way across the Atlantic. My husband’s relatives told us they would allow us to sleep a short while, but then we must rouse ourselves whether we wanted to or not and have dinner in an attempt to adjust to the local time zone. I had never slept under a true eiderdown comforter nor had I slept in a bedroom without screens on the windows. It was June. The breeze was so luxurious. It was the best sleep. I so did not want to get up when the time came.
What a perfect gift.
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