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French la Vie
Provence, France
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Golden light on the first evening at our friends Rodger and Arnelle's slice of heaven. Whenever I am here, I am filled with gratitude for their generous hearts and this beautiful countryside. A pure gift. Tomorrow there is a big fat juicy brocante nearby, and yet the temptation to forego it and stay here. Thankfully, we will be here all week; otherwise, I would be in a struggle to debate my desires. Fortunately, both are in my hands! How lucky, how thankful, what a holiday! Work and pleasure gliding by each other without strain. Golden light shines the way xx Continue reading
Posted yesterday at French la Vie
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How do you say I love you in sign language? I taught Gabriel how to hold his three fingers up. Chelsea sent me this picture as they were on vacation, I noticed that Gabriel had his three fingers held up. Of course, a sweet baby smile speaks of love too. Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at French la Vie
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Yann, his sister Arnelle and his mother. Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at French la Vie
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"Mommy, why does Kristi call Max Honey? Why doesn't she call him Peanut-Butter?" Sacha asked when he was three. Some of the terms of endearment in French I don't mind: Mon petit Coeur de sucre (my little sugar heart,) mon Tresor (my treasure,) or ma belle (my beautiful.) But being called ma puce (my little flea) or ma bichette (my little goat) or ma petite crotte (My Little Poop! A very affectionate term, don't you think?) Or mon chou (my cabbage) doesn't ring my bell. Peanut butter doesn't sound that bad when you think of it. Well, as long as it isn't chunky. When French Husband was seven, he would hold the chimney broomstick as a microphone and sing "Que Je T'aime" by Johnny Hallyday" (A French Elvis.) He told me, "I loved that song, and I sang it all day. Johnny was screaming his love for a girl...and God, it ripped my heart open every time!" I would have loved to have met my French Husband when he was seven. "Ah ma moitie of a peanut butter et miel tartine! (My half of a peanut butter and honey sandwich, in Franglais.) Sing me Que Je T'aime!" My French Husband calls me: Lupy. I call him "Cherie FM". My Dad would say, "You can call me anything as long as you don't call me late for dinner." What are your terms of endearment? Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at French la Vie
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Driving across France. From one coast to another. From cool weather back to the heat. Fields and fields of sunflowers, wheat, and cows chewing their cud. Glorious rain somewhere along the way. What filled your day? Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at French la Vie
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Washable pens on a three hour train ride Inspired tattoo artist creates his art. Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at French la Vie
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There is a path well worn and true. Leading along the Normandy coastline with a history as deep as the sea. Today it is peaceful. We are here visiting Yann's family. The never-ending beach goes on for miles. The low tide extends so far out that one has to see it to believe it. They are constantly moving and satisfying beauty. However, the tide flows. Vastly different in numerous ways compared to the south of France. One advantage is that it isn't hot, welcoming after the heatwave we have had back home. There is a path that leads to many others. Yann's family has lived in Bretagne for generations. Yann's grandparents had a summer house in Normandy where he spent the summer months. His niece moved to Normandy years ago. Then his sister retired to Normandy. And lastly, and recently, his mother. It is strange not to be in Bretagne; it feels like Normandy is just a holiday, and they will all return to Bretagne. But that is not the case. Continue reading
Posted Aug 3, 2022 at French la Vie
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is anything ever finished? Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2022 at French la Vie
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A peek into a brocante shop proved that the prices are better than the brocantes in Provence, Even if nobody wants an armoire! Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2022 at French la Vie
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Great Grandmother is 92 years old, and Great Grandchild is 9 months. Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2022 at French la Vie
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on the train two little ones in tow when traveling with children one needs a uhaul! diapers, snacks, books, toys, bibs, sippy cups, car seats, a stroller… legos falling between the cracks, water bottles rolling under the seats… a man dare told Gabriel to SHHHH! And Gabriel wasn’t even being loud, though he did sing , “Jingle Bells” a few times. I starred the man down, he mustn’t have grandchildren, It is worth it even if I felt like Chelsea and I were a human trampoline for Olivia for the last five hours. a mobil aged baby cannot and should not understand sit still and we are thinking to go to see my mom about the time Olivia will be walking. love is the reason and crazy will be our theme sing. Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2022 at French la Vie
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Doing what he loves. Self made. Far from home, plus freelance means determination. Not easy. Especially, during the lulls where questions pop up like weeds. Following passion is rewarding - mixed in with its share of doubt and worry. He is doing it, and I am proud of him. xxxx Continue reading
Posted Jul 26, 2022 at French la Vie
IT’S TRUE "Ay, the pain it costs me to love you as I love you! For love of you, the air, it hurts, and my heart, and my hat, they hurt me. Who would buy it from me, this ribbon I am holding, and this sadness of cotton, white, for making handkerchiefs with? Ay, the pain it costs me to love you as I love you!" —Federico García Lorca --- While watching “Call the Midwife” episode 2 of Season 6, Lorca's poem was quoted. Call the Midwife is beautifully written If you haven't seen it add it to your list. Continue reading
Posted Jul 25, 2022 at French la Vie
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Thankful for the layers of colors As her waving arms bring me in holding me close as I surrender to her healing power Continue reading
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Posted Jul 23, 2022 at French la Vie
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The last several I have been back in California I noted that I hadn’t seen butterflies my mother she said that she had noticed that too. As a child chasing them was a given so we’re caterpillars. I saw one the last time I was home. One. Continue reading
Posted Jul 22, 2022 at French la Vie
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“I go to nature to be soothed, healed, and have my senses put in order.” – John Burroughs Continue reading
Posted Jul 21, 2022 at French la Vie
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It’s hot very hot… All the shutters are shut to keep the heat out. We only go out if necessary. Food is necessary. Walking is unbearable, and most French people walk to the market. Without air conditioning and walking, it’s one hot summer. Carrying a pretty basket to and from the market doesn’t make the heat disappear. I went to throw my basket away and jumped into the sea. I don’t even care if the tomatoes get smashed; I actually do. Most of the fountains are dry, as severe drought has caused that. It’s depressing to see the reality that the climate has changed. Where are we going!? And are we going to change? Is it possible? The cicadas are working overtime. A constant reminder that it’s hot and their music is not music to my ears this summer. Poor little creatures. Five minutes on foot is the Mediterranean. a life savor. 9:30 at night. Enchanting and Charming and HOT! Most people in France do not have air conditioning. There was never a need. Most apartment buildings cannot have air-conditioned because how/where would the evacuation units and vents be? And in the small villages, the evacuation units would create more heat in the narrow streets. Fans are in demand. Now I understand the reason for the meaning of siesta. Go out in the morning, come home, go out in the evening. If you’re lucky to work at home, that is. I feel sorry for those who have to take the bus or the metro or walk in the middle of the day; it would be hellish. At least cars have air conditioning and so do office buildings… Earth has changed. I wish I could feel hopeful… Yes, there is love, family, friends, and goodness. and the climate has changed And life is changing with it. An Inconvenient Truth. Where will we be next summer? Continue reading
Posted Jul 20, 2022 at French la Vie
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News Flash In case you have been wondering where I have brocante items for sale. Please go over to my Facebook and follow my page. French la Vie and or on my Instagram Corey Amaro If you see something you like send me a message and I will send you the details. xxx Continue reading
Posted Jul 19, 2022 at French la Vie
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(Quote by Brad on Instagram) Continue reading
Posted Jul 19, 2022 at French la Vie
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When I ask him to smile He overdoes it. or as he says, »It is his American smile. » We went on the boat to the next hamlet between Cassis and Marseille. Morgiou. Next time we will leave early so we will have time to stop for a bite to eat. The last time we had dinner there was for our third anniversary - talk about a million years ago, yet it appears unchanged. I wish it were the same for me, but then the history formed in my cells and reflected in my wrinkles wouldn’t be with me. Continue reading
Posted Jul 17, 2022 at French la Vie
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and then again When I realized the grocery shop would soon close Gabriel decided to crawl? 6:30 rise and shining Breakfast, then out to the beach. Sand and salt Balance along the wall to the park. 5000 steps later Nonstop play a cold shower turned into a water fun fest A big creamy lunch with gnocchi and fresh summer fruit Two stories… The longest deserved nap. Continue reading
Posted Jul 16, 2022 at French la Vie
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