Just a quick check-in from Autun in Bourgogne France, as I pop in to wifi area - to say that I finished one item whilst dining upon local fromage and tomates and jamon whilst sleeping under the stars
We have a little stream that runs down the side of the mountain next to where we are "camping" which has been a great place to sit and cool my feet whilst sewing and painting.
Feels wonderful to hear the French Bells chime each morning and the little song of "bonjour Madame" from our local farmer who has brought us bread and eggs each morning upon his bicycle.
I feel so far away from the madness and busy-ness of my daily home life.
My boys are sunkissed a golden hue and my husband has given up the daily routine of shaving and is now sporting a "chilled out" shadow around his face.
Paradise is my secret garden on top of a French hillside
Best. Summer. Ever.