Quote: Give Birth to a Dancing Star

"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.”

Nietzsche

M83 The Southern Pinwheel
Constellation Hydra

Photo by Kirby Benson, Las Cruces, NM
www.whitetrout.com

Lit up at night

What 20 watts will do for ya:

Tiki a la Francaise?

 

A few more satisfying additions to the ever-evolving west courtyard:

1. Copper tiki torch, filled with mosquito-repelling cedar and citronella oil
2. Low landscape lantern (wires hidden and all!)
3. Two very sweet green wrought-iron chairs from the Paris Flea Market

Queen of the Night

Our night-blooming cereus, or Dutchman’s Pipe Cactus (Epiphyllum oxypetalum), caught last night. Hopefully tonight a bloom will appear that is on the front of the cactus.

And here’s what it looks like in the daylight – it’s the tall cactus on the far left:

Plumbago

 

Plumbago auriculata, or leadwort.

Quote: The years teach us…

“The years teach us much the days never knew.”

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Gates Mills, Ohio”, by Lynne Neuman

Expats-in-Waiting: Moving Towards a Retirement Dream in France

I have always felt that I would live abroad for an extended period at some point later in my life. I didn’t have any further inklings than that. Nothing concrete. No particular location in mind. It was just a body sense, an intuition. The thought did not live in my head.

Then along comes sweet Ken, whose dreams of living the expatriate life are old and dear. Since living for several years in Cyprus, he has always known he was expat-at-heart.

Over the years, and especially during his time as a travel writer for Rick Steves, Ken developed a deep love affair with Europe... and France in particular. Ever since I have known him, he has devoured every book he could get his hands on that has to do with French culture, life as an expat, moving internationally and all things related.

Well, since Ken is a keeper-among-keepers, not to mention pretty much the easiest guy to travel with AND live with -- I mean, who’s gonna argue with France? Not me, that’s for durn sure!

So, over the last 6 weeks, our original itinerary for our Europe trip this fall has morphed into a delicious reconnaissance mission to to France to explore and investigate where we might love to move when he retires in two to four years.

Our exhaustive research (thank you, Google!) has enabled us to narrow our search to the Languedoc-Roussillon region of southern France, specifically the department of Herault. (Translation note: “department” is roughly equivalent to an American county or parish.)

Languedoc -– which, get this (!) -- translates as “the language of yes” -- is located on the Mediterranean Sea, to the west of Provence and bordering Spain and the Pyrenees Mountains to the south. It is the “other south of France” – an unspoiled, uncrowded, less expensive version of Provence. Shhh… don’t tell anyone!

I have been doing what Ken calls “a deep delve” into research on our potential retirement spot. Though, to be more accurate, HE will be retiring. I, being 19 years younger than he is, will still be creating fun ways to generate income for a number of years yet! Hmmm… I wonder what I’ll create in France!

Herault is the area we are focusing on -- specifically the Orb River Valley – the villages of Roquebrun, Cessenon-sur-Orb, and St. Chinian are on the list, with Roquebrun occupying the top spot.

Here’s Roquebrun! Called ‘La Petit Nice’, this village of approximately 650 inhabitants is nestled up against the southern boundary of a national park. This nestled position enables a desirable microclimate, fairly protected from the legendary howling winds of southern France – the Tramontane and the Mistral.

Looking northwest:

Looking north:

The sensuous Orb River winds through the village. Here’s a shot looking south:

An aerial view:

From the River Orb, looking north up into the village. Check out the restaurant with the reddish awning in the left part of the photo:

Looking south:

Tres magnifique, non?! Swoon...

Here’s Cessenon-sur-Orb, population 1800:

Here’s St. Chinian, population 1800:

So, instead of our trip being a whirlwind of many beds, we searched for just the perfect “gite” to rent for the entire stay—actually, we found two. This appeals deeply to my Cancerian homebody nature to have only three mattresses in two neighboring villages for the entire stay!  Especially to create a feeling of a true home base as we explore, and to “try on” living in a small village.

Week 1, we’ll stay here, Les Hirondelles, (“The Swallows”), right in the village of Roquebrun, next door to the baker(!), overlooking the Orb River:

 

Week 2, we’ll be here, Les Palmiers, (“The Palms”), in the village of Cessenon-sur-Orb, right on the market square.

Week 3, we’ll stay here, La Rive, (“The Shore”), just outside the village of Roquebrun, 5 minutes’ walk from the bakery, right on the Orb River:

We may just send for Roxy and our stuff and call it good!

We have enrolled in French lessons already at Pima Community College for the summer.  Everyone we have talked to about this move has stated quite strongly that the French have no tolerance for foreigners who do not at least TRY to speak the language. Having gotten straight “A’s” through 2 years of high school French 25 years ago – who knows if I retained even a single bit of grammar or vocabulary. Perhaps there are some old synapses that can be re-ignited with a bit of effort and intention!

It will be an interesting journey, being an expat. I have been in heaven imagining the possibilities. And anticipating the more sublime pace and the aesthetic sensibilities I resonate with there.

Sweet seersucker

What is it about seersucker that makes me swoon? It seriously has to be THE most comforting fabric of them all. (What?! Could polarfleece possibly be edged out?)

I just made this sweet pistachio-green-and-white curtain for the French door in our Master bathroom. I’ve had this piece of fabric for years, reluctant to cut into it because it is just soooo sweet. But finally, here is the perfect use for it! A darling foil for the intense east sun that heats up the bathroom in the morning, where it is held captive and stuffy the rest of the day. Seersucker to the rescue!

Quote: We don’t become undone

“One sign of health is that we don't become undone by fear and trembling, but we take it as a message -- an invitation -- to stop struggling and look directly at what's threatening us, be with it, and listen to the message it brings."

Pema Chodron

Field, Summer by Susan Abbott

Deck-a-licious!

This weekend was great fun – we played some more in accessorizing our deck and continuing the transformation. Click here to see what it looked like before.

We added a romantic (AND functional, come monsoon season) mosquito netting. Also, a sweet little flagstone-topped side table. We found the metal frame for cheap at Connie’s Cellar Chic and had an extra piece of flagstone leftover from another project that we just laid on top of it – how easy was that?!

After the sculpture installation, we all felt we needed something under it to ground it, so Ken came up with the idea of adding a few boulders, stones and plants.  I think it came out great! Any suggestions on how to light it?

 

Since the hummingbirds are already happily sipping at the corner fountain, we thought we’d entice them even more with some sweet nectar.

Then, with Ken’s dad’s move to a smaller place, we inherited a lovely white iron table from his old place. Now we are on the hunt for a couple of old, mismatched Arizona sun-safe chairs. Yay… I’ll get another reason to make pillows! As if I needed one! I am thinking my true calling is that of pillow-maker. I wonder if there is a market for pillows at the Farmer’s Market or elsewhere? Hmmm…..

We also found this punched-tin chandelier for half-price at a big antique consignment place, Copper Country Antiques. With a coat of matte white spray paint and a plant hook prayerfully attached to the leaning sycamore tree, it looks ooh-la-la so French, non?!

This weekend perhaps our contractor will be clever enough to figure out how to safely electrify it so that it can add to the evening ambience out there. Right now, it is purely decorative.

Our first official use of the “new” table, graced by Ken’s outstanding pasta alitalia and a robust red from Beziers, France – one of our destinations on our October trip:

We found a $3 plaster column thingie that makes a lovely plant stand at Tucson’s Paris Flea Market -– a very sweet store. An $8 mirror from a thrift store completes the composition:

Yet another terra cotta pot – one perhaps cannot have too many.

And lastly, a shot taken a couple of minutes ago, capturing the dappled June Arizona morning sunlight that just stopped me in my tracks:

Made me think of the lyrics from that Indigo Girls song, World Falls:

“Everywhere I turn, all the beauty just keeps shaking me.”

Ahhhhhh… Can it get better than this? (I believe that it can! More pillows anyone?)