i think about the places i'd like to live...
you know...the places that pull at your heart...
the places that make you want to bake bread...
or at least watch gorgeous old french gentlemen bake bread as we did...
or raise chickens...
or grow roses & an organic vegetable garden...
or drink vine before lunch with mussels & no timetable...
it's a *blustery day* as pooh-bear would say about the weather in our english village...
i just call it bloody windy & cold!
so i am scrolling through the summer photos of france...
where the kiddos just ran in the sunshine...laughed...ate...& fell in love with france like we are...
the littlest danced her way round the village in her french ruffle skirt...
a place where time seems to stop...& let you just be...
our son played football for hours in gorgeous centuries old back lanes...
a place where modern life is forever entwined with the rustic wonderful life of long ago...
where our eldest decided she would one day become a photographer...
do you sometimes slip back to those days of a past summer...?
looking at memories of your children caught forever on film...smaller....younger...warmer?
we had a wonderful few trips abroad over the summer which ended with this family drive across england, crossing the english channel to calais....& then long into the french countryside...
so today with this *blustery* gale blowing weather in my english countryside...
i am having a wonderful big bowl of mussels in a cafe back in the french countryside...
won't you join me...?
