Spring is in the air! (even if it’s raining!)

 

I’m doin’ the countdown to Spring big time this year! Hubby & I spent 3 months in Tasmania, Australia, last year. Tasmania is an astonishingly picturesque island, truly beautiful  &, even though it was Spring when we were there, it actually felt like Winter. Cold, blustery days & lots of moody grey cloud. Of course, NOW, in France, we are only days away to Spring & it seems a weepy & sulky French sky is bidding Winter good-bye!

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Cherry trees are plentiful here, so much so that we pick copious amounts of them and Rob makes cherry liquor which we give as away as gifts at the end of the year. We have a cherry tree, too, it’s about to bud! The things in life that give us such remarkable joy are usually the most beautiful & delightful.  The French would say, “Extraordinaire!”

 

 

 

Our garden, too, is about to burst into a beautiful bouquet of colour. We prepared it well.  You see, Rob & I had a plan! When we were in Tasmania, we spent a lot of time at the botanical gardens, we took our books on days when the sun actually came out & STAYED! & we read, ate lunch there & then did our tour of the gardens & it was while we were admiring a particular section of garden (can’t quite remember exactly which one as we find all the gardens exceptional!) that we decided to turn our little patch of France into a beautiful one & so we rolled up our sleeves when we came back & got stuck into it! daffs, ranunculus, poppies, cosmos, heaps of lavender & hydrangea & many other colourful flowers are about to peel their Winter garb off & welcome Spring IN, as only a garden can!

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14 days to go! Whoohoo! In the meantime, we console ourselves by picking bunches of daffs in the countryside & so far, our kitchen table hasn’t missed a bunch!

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Rob’s making lunch. We both have colds. & even if it is a rainy day & the sun is teasing us by ducking in & out of a bad-tempered cloud, we have each other.

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Tomorrow I’m going to chat about what to wear in Spring. I guess, it’s an individual thing, so, it’s really about what I’m going to wear in Spring & if you need some tips…help yourself!

Cheers! Oh, that’s not very French!

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A bientôt!

The Scent of a French Woman

Long after one has forgotten what a woman wore, the memory of her perfume lingers. — Christian Dior

A French woman never leaves home without first applying a subtle dab of her favorite scent. It’s unheard of, it just doesn’t happen, it’s unthinkable! Beauty has a scent & French women are dedicated to wearing it.

I fell in love with the way French women choose their perfume, as if selecting a bouquet of flowers for a dearly loved one. It’s a highly personal affair & quite seductive to watch. & I have…from afar. They hold a bottle of perfume as if gazing at a lover’s hand.  Memories are held within that intoxicating potion, the light caress of a nose at the nape of her neck, followed by a satisfied, breathless sigh…

What are French women wearing these days?

I’m so pleased to say they are wearing my fav! Shalimar by Jacques Guerlain. It’s a deeply feminine fragrance, all woman! a heady mix of citrus/woody tones, it’s a romance!

 

Narciso Rodriguez for her. Men love it on women, enough said! (Ok, a very, very, VERY sensual perfume! And another one I love, too!) Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel. Quite an aristocratic scent, elegant, sophisticated & classy! And, Of course, Chanel No 5! Still a mysterious elixir of floral elegance, in a bottle. There are countless more potently beautiful mixtures! French women & perfume, they know it’s a very individual thing, they know the man they want to please. It takes a lot of lingering, just as a good scent should linger long, on a white linen sheet…pexels-photo-398069

 

 

 

The Simple Charm of a French Life

Yes, that’s it in ONE… the SIMPLE charm. To live in the French countryside is to live with all your senses heightened. Many times while out walking, I’ll often find that, unknowingly, I’ve passed a fruit tree & I’m not kidding you, the aroma of that fruit makes me stop dead in my tracks & double back, grab a piece of fruit, hold it tenderly up to my nose & enjoy its delectable scent, before taking a big juicy bite. I’ve never had the scent of fruit order my steps back before, as if to proudly say, “C’est délicieux, non?” And yet, it happens all the time to me here! I’ll be struck from my dreamy state by an aroma so deliciously inviting… I follow it.

It’s just one of the many simple charms of French country life.

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Since coming to France, I grow my own blueberries x

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