11 November
I hit splendor today.
Been at home in France for 3 weeks now, schlepping, cleaning, cutting down the garden for winter.
Today, 9 November, when it could be cold and windy and light a fire time, I took my book, mySelf, a bottle of wine down the lane and sat in the afternoon sun. All afternoon:)
I was reminded that I did the same thing 14 years ago, in this very village, when I first let go of everything, came to France, wanting to cross over from tourist to local, and put in an offer for a property.
Life changing. In a good way.
Fourteen years is a blink of the eye.
The crows still caw, the owls still screech in the middle of the night, and the Normandy cows still live in leisure in these fields….
