THE CLIMATE. Yesterday while I was working with a client over Skype a storm burst upon Salies, and burst is the word. Nothing announced it. Just suddenly there was this resounding slap of wind and rain against the side of the building and I turned to see literal sheets (cords, in French) of water blocking the view of even the closest trees. Continue reading
sunset
MAGIC, MIRACLES AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS
Magic is now, in this moment,
the moment when the cloud bank that has hung over Salies all grey day long
suddenly can no longer hide the sun that bursts through in the most
gloriously golden Rembrandt-hour I recall. Continue reading
SPRING… IS A VERB
I have just returned with a handful of wildflowers picked in the field by the vineyard behind the building where I live. I didn’t expect to find so many and so varied flowers that nearby. But spring is that, isn’t it? Continue reading
MORNING MOMENTS
There are two moments of glory in the skies over Salies: one is at sunset and the other at sunrise. In the first the clouds –there are always clouds in my skies now- are tinged with pink and red and orange and gold; Continue reading
Writing a life 