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| The Moulin where we live |
At this time of year, it becomes a little difficult to manage the long days to lift off to our marvellous little home in the south of France. I yearn for the sunshine (which has been intermittent here). I yearn for the days that are not defined by whether it's a working day or a weekend. I yearn to give full flight to my inner child, to my artist. I yearn to hear French spoken all day every day, to float on the pool while looking at the clear blue sky and the rocky shoulders of the river's edge.
I think of the brocante and the market, the sea and the fields of vineyards, of visits to Aix and lunch with friends on an outdoor patio. I dream of finding the right piece for the bedroom, of painting the shutters a weathered blue-grey. I dream of opening the shutters to a bright morning sky, of breakfasting on the balcony while the stream rushes by, of puttering in the garden while it's still cool and of cocktail hour...rosé, saucisson and olives.
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| One of the 17 fountains of our village |
But most of all, I yearn to live at the speed of life, to get back into sync with my beloved and to drink deeply from the fountain of joy.
Bon dimanche,
Stella
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