Sunday morning from my garden gate. A skiff of fog lingers along the river and in the little valley behind Saujac. The sky is brilliant blue; there's a bit of warmth in the sun just peeking over the causse. The air is fresh and clean. I catch a whiff of the sweet smell of wild plum blossoms and know it's the start of a perfect spring day. Tugging on her leash, Lucie lets me know she's more than ready for our walk. Off we go!