Where Am I?

 

 

During these strange times, I am often not sure where I am.

Oh, I know I'm physically at the Chatette in Cadrieu, France.

All I have to do is look up the road at this golden tree on my way into Cajarc, and I know fall is on the way, if not here already.

I love this shot.

I took it during October of 2012 as I was closing up the Chatette so Dali, Sam and I could be ready in the morning for Evelyn to drive us to Blagnac, in Toulouse. We were returning to the states. Cadrieu-Toulouse-Atlanta-St. Louis.

 

 

So much has happened since then. Now, I am here on my own. No Dali or Sam. No regular calls to Dad at 7am his time, 2pm mine.

I confess, sometimes I don't know what day it is. Sometimes I'm not sure what season it is.

So much feels so different.

The other day, I was thinking the village fetes should be happening soon! No-they happen in summer. This is fall. I missed them this year because I wasn't here.

 

 

 

Actually, everyone missed them this year because they didn't happen with the virus.

 

 

I have to remind myself to be good to myself sometimes. We are all in uncharted territory with the virus. As we know, sometimes things change from moment to moment. I admit, that it doesn't happen so fast and furiously from over here. I have the luxury of being here and not in the states. So what, if I'm looking forward to fetes that didn't happen and picking up the pieces of eight months gone instead of only the planned three.

 

 

 

I am here, happy, and living la vie en rose, even if we are all coping with the virus and the many restraints and ways it has changed all of our lives.

I can still sit on my fireplace in my overalls!

 

Happy Friday!