Thursday, August 31, 2017


I wrote a poem this morning inspired by Hurricane Harvey. Here's the question: why does my Muse only seem to whisper inspiration during times of natural disaster like Hurricane Harvey or during man-made disasters like the Trump election? Disasters of either kind make for rather grim poetry~

Friday, August 18, 2017

Hanging Art

You never know what the day will bring here in my corner of France. Yesterday it brought a convivial evening with friends helping Laury and trusty art hanging friend, Patrick hang art in Laury's cave for next weekend's vernissage. Patrick has a real knack for getting it all to fit and look good at the same time.

There were new artists to meet
 and new pieces to admire.
And of course, wine, nibbles and conversation to enjoy after the work was done.
There will be more photos to come and stories to tell after the party next weekend!

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

In the Early Morning Rain

My normal summer routine is up around 6 AM, open shutters and windows wide, pull on clothes and walk before the heat of the day sets in. Coffee, breakfast, a shower...everything else waits until Lucie and I greet the day with some outside time. Raining this morning, so no walk for us. The early morning rain has its compensations, though...a dramatic sunrise over Saujac! Guess this means I'll have to put off cutting the grass, too.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

"Oh, What a Beautiful Morning!"

'There's a bright golden haze on the meadow.'
'There's a bright golden haze on the meadow.'
'The corn is as high as an elephant's eye...'
'and it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky.'

'Oh, what a beautiful morning!'

How lucky Lucie and I are to walk along the river surrounded by sunflowers and ripening corn.