“This beauty just keeps shaking me…”

To borrow a line from an Indigo Girls song:  “Everywhere I turn, oh, all the beauty just keeps shakin’ me…”

Our veranda, just now…

 

Rivershore poppies, a la Languedoc

Springtime in the south of France reliably brings carpets of wild red poppies.  Photo taken from the shore of the Orb River, looking north up into ‘our’ little village of Roquebrun, France, Languedoc.

O darling veranda

Through the screen door, from the bedroom (facing south-southeast)

The nun’s bed, for those hot Sonoran nights (facing southwest)

A little mood lighting (facing west)

Door to kitchen on left, door to hall that leads to studio and Ken’s bathroom on right (facing northwest)

Taken standing with my back to the kitchen door (facing east)

Looking south-southeast

“Everywhere we are is Sacred Space…*”

Last night’s sunset

This morning’s sunlight

Fountain view laptop perch (bedroom)

“Everywhere we are is Sacred Space…”
--Marty Weiner (1943-April 17, 2011)

Roquebrun illuminé

Our village, Roquebrun (Herault, Languedoc) with its magic apparent.

Laundry day

Alfresco dining at home, full moon, candlelight

Full moon from our covered porch

Apricot Bath

I have deemed this bathroom for BATHS only.  Literally. This way, a soothing bath is only a few moments away at any given time.  No shower grime to clean, no hard-water-stained shower curtains to wrestle.  Just a sweet cottony cascade and a long sheer swag, a decadent collection of bath salts ever at the ready!

My friend Peggy gave me this flying bare-breasted Balinese goddess many years ago.  She said this is how she felt after one of my massages!

Framed island art from Etsy:

Here’s the view out the window:
On the left, thrift store mirror.  Oh so French.  Jewelry hang-y thing that I created by re-purposing a shelf from a broken plant stand.  Formerly-ugly bookcase painted bright white…

Photo below taken while standing in bathroom looking toward hall (the hall that leads from the kitchen to the living room).
Framed art from one of my oldest and dearest friends, Carrie Tasman, Tasman Studio.  Framed quote from Mary Anne Radmacher-Hershey.  Mini-painting of a brown Labrador in the bathtub by Angie Ketelhut.

Little window in hall above looks out on the covered porch, fountain and cobblestone courtyard (click to enlarge):

Fountain-side alcove sleeping, via shaded south colonnade

Our walls are silky, sanguine, incandescent ‘Magic Hour’.  Our sleeping alcove is matte ‘Soul Sister’. Both are luminous full-spectrum paints from Citron Paint here in Tucson.

Here’s the description of ‘Magic Hour’ from Citron’s website:

As the sun slides down in Tucson, the light gets sideways and golden halos transform the desert. Ordinary trees become glowing sculptures and mountains become epic. The drab curtain of the day is parted, and you can glimpse the beauty that's always there. My family calls it magic hour.

Arched door leads directly out onto the cobblestone courtyard.  Here’s an exterior shot of the covered walkway; the first purple door on the left is the bedroom. the second door is the laundry room.  The entrance to Indiana’s part of the house is down at the very end of the colonnade.  (Colonnade!  I love using that word!)

That’s Bella, a sweet girl we’re sitting for until the 23rd… her parents are in Hawaii. I’m thinking everyone got a good deal!

Below is a view toward the bedroom door, standing in the kitchen and looking through the covered porch.

The fountain is almost directly outside this south-facing door!

This north-facing window looks out onto the Santa  Catalina Mountains – the place where Magic Hour really happens!  We can see the mountains sitting or lying in bed!

The bedroom is reached either from the colonnade, or internally by going through Ken’s bathroom and this closet-lined hall and arched doorway.

A few other angles of Ken’s bathroom:

Mountain views from the commode!