Yesterday, my morning sky reflecting in the Lot looked very much like this. It was 6am and I was on my bike, short overalls covering up my pajamas. There's no one out much at that time of the morning-so I stopped at the first break in the wall in the direction of Mont Brun. There was a stone staircase all the way down to the river (which I had to restrain myself from weeding). I sat for a while and it hit me...I know where I've seen this kind of sky and color before. Can you guess where? Maybe that piece of palm tree in the upper right hand corner will give you a little hint.
I don't know what got into Mom one year at Christmas, but all of us got tiny St. Francis statues for our gardens. He came in a little wooden house with a stake on it that you could stick in the ground somewhere. I actually brought mine to France with me and have had him at various spots around the Chatette. Ever since his house collapsed, he's been living in the front, roadside flower box that has now been taken over by lavender. I'm not complaining-it's beautiful and aromatic, but you could barely see the poor guy's head. So yesterday, I whisked him off to the land behind the barn to take up residence on one of the many beautiful ledges along the cliff. He looks so happy and right at home there. He has lots of birds and creatures to keep him company-and doesn't seem to miss his old collapsed wooden house one bit. And here, he is the center of attention.
With that sun shining on him through the trees, I'd say it's the happiest he's been in a long time!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | June 14, 2010 at 05:33 PM
Sounds like his new home behind the barn is the perfect place for him!
Posted by: Evelyn | June 14, 2010 at 03:03 PM