Realizing as I write this post, our mornings are the colors of the rainbow. Gold on Tuesday rolled in to an overcast green on Wednesday. Each is just as pretty as the next or the last...just different.
Yesterday, I was off again on my bike into Cajarc to mail some birthday and thinking of you letters to the states. Dad, of course, and then it is my friend Barbara's birthday at the end of the month. Timely? We shall see! It's always a challenge from over here for me.
It makes no difference if I'm coming into Cajarc's circular Place du Foirail by bike, car, bus or on foot; my heart always catches in my chest. It's such a pretty town and couldn't be more strategically placed for me and my life "sans voiture" in Cadrieu!
With grass to cut and more, it was a very quick in and out trip for me. I still had time for a quick pit-stop and my favorite spot along the Lot on the way home and a wave to my lettuce/tomato man as he passed by in his truck. That trip in on my bike took less than 45 minutes.
I left around 7:20 so I'd miss both buses on the road, and was home before the first set of bells chimed 8.
Ah, these many moods of home along the Lot between Cajarc and Cadrieu!
Happy Thursday!-
Another vernissage tease
for you below!
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