Posts Tagged ‘ECS’

Fouzilhon and Laurens

Sunday, February 1st, 2015

A Sunday expedition to neighboring villages. You can tell it’s the turning of the season when there is sun, rain, and snow all on the same day.

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Giving Thanks at La Savie

Thursday, November 27th, 2014

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Thanksgiving is a big event in the United States, but in the rural Dordogne it’s an off-season quiet Thursday night. The three of us were the only patrons on a Thursday evening, off-season, at La Savie. It’s run by a young couple who gave up their city lives to renovate an old farm and give it new life housing both a growing family and a lovely restaurant with a fresh bright imaginative décor and menu. We celebrated quietly and far from home, but with much gratitude for our present temporary one.

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Julia

 

Sarlat, Soup, Studies, Scarecrow

Monday, October 13th, 2014

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Errands and Aïkido

Thursday, October 9th, 2014

First, shopping for a soccer ball, cheese, and a scanner. All in the same store. Then on to check out the nearby aïkido class.

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Dianne

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Monica

Bon Voyage

Monday, September 22nd, 2014

At last I have a scanner and am beginning to scan sketchbook pages to post. Here is the first, from the day of departure. (Click once, then again to see it larger.)

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Into Enchantment

Monday, December 23rd, 2013

How did our baby girl come to be FIFTEEN? Yet here she stands, strong, quick-witted, lovely, and nearly my height; by spring she’ll be taller than I.

For her birthday today I post a sketch made on a summertime bike ride. I see it now symbolically, as her gazing into her future: shining, expansive, full of promise. (I hope that doesn’t mean her parents are the two old stumps on the riverbank.) Here also is a tender poem by Mark Jarman, “Prayer for our Daughters.”

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May they never be lonely at parties
Or wait for mail from people they haven’t written
Or still in middle age ask God for favors
Or forbid their children things they were never forbidden.

May hatred be like a habit they never developed
And can’t see the point of, like gambling or heavy drinking.
If they forget themselves, may it be in music
Or the kind of prayer that makes a garden of thinking.

May they enter the coming century
Like swans under a bridge into enchantment
And take with them enough of this century
To assure their grandchildren it really happened.

May they find a place to love, without nostalgia
For some place else that they can never go back to.
And may they find themselves, as we have found them,
Complete at each stage of their lives, each part they add to.

May they be themselves, long after we’ve stopped watching.
May they return from every kind of suffering
(Except the last, which doesn’t bear repeating)
And be themselves again, both blessed and blessing.

—Mark Jarman

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Waiting

Friday, December 20th, 2013

Must post my annual tribute.

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Maiden of Michaelmas

Sunday, September 29th, 2013

This year my daughter is in 9th grade, and at her school it is, according to custom, the 9th grade girls who, garbed in long gowns and flower crowns, will tame the fierce dragon at the school’s Michaelmas festival this week. In honor of this event, I made for the first time a bread maiden to accompany our dragon bread. Perhaps it will become a new household tradition.

If you would like to make your own, here is the recipe I use (on last September’s post). I used 1-1/2 times the recipe for the two figures, which are about 14″ high. Happy Michaelmas, everyone!

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Afternoon in the Garden

Sunday, June 23rd, 2013

A rare sunny afternoon in this cold soggy summer, so we spent it in the garden of La Chouette.

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France!

Thursday, June 13th, 2013

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