les jardins and bittersweet moments

It is thursday the week has been a mix of doing much and not nearly enough. my list feels as big it did when i stepped off the plane and landed back on the hill. france will come fast, i do not often feel alone except when trying to get things done that i in no way can do on my own and the list is studded with such things. I also have been reflecting on things and the people in my life there is an unbalance that i let happen and i am very dissapointed in myself for letting it happen and if i am going to be very frank for having ones around me that let it happen. I am trying to process these thoughts and let these things go, i am good at it but somehow i am stuck and keep hitting the edge instead of climbing over it, so for right now i will put these thoughts to paper and try to change gears by letting you know about a few things. perhaps these feelings are the kind that can only be cured with violins, deep moving films, passages from inside a book or that email from maman in my inbox.

there is new life here on the farm, it happened a few days ago, the night before a good friend Paul stopped by for the night. k and i walked the fields with him as we reminisced about our past it was nice to share this space with him.  the next morning i came down the stairs and both k and paul had gone but what i found was a little duckling, noisette the mother duck had been sitting all summer and finally there was life- the timing was so poignant to me as k and i closed some chapters from the past there was a new beginning. i was also very happy for the mother, she was so proud and tender a feeling i long for in the deepest part of my heart.

I also wanted to share the photographs above, they were taken last year in dordogne at les jardins
marqueyssac . I remember the afternoon well, the sun was lovely and warm i walked behind aran and stephanie barely hearing what they were saying but the gentle sounds that played made the walk down the paths even more special, in fact if i was going to share the whole story i would tell how we got locked in and how we climbed iron gates and crawled through bushes.

i hope you forgive me for sharing both side's of the coin in this post.

also i have named the little duckling henrietta that is if she is a she, henri either way in memory of my sweet friend stacy's companion.

* ps. the third photograph of just the garden path is one of my favorites ever, i don't edit my photographs ever but wonder if i should remove the the right corner, i just love all the layers of green, texture and warm light.