Ahhh... summer in Provence. There are few things that make my heart sing the way summer in Provence does. Le Petit Village comes alive with the sun and we all move outside in celebration. (The following photos are from Summer 2010.)
Here's me celebrating the arrival of the season as it should be, with Rosé. I look happy. This photo was taken at a restaurant in the nearby village of Cereste. I had only returned from two weeks in Dublin the day before and I was anxious to feel the sun beating down on me. See that white watch on my wrist? I bought it on the airplane on the way back to France. Just thought I'd throw that out there.
Here I am, happy again. This time I'm with Brother-in-Law, Child Bride and Gregory. It was Gregory's birthday. I feel like we all look a lot younger here. I also feel like I got a little heavy handed with the Touche Eclat.
And here's Monsieur Fifty celebrating his daddy's birthday. Doesn't he look dapper? He's smiling.
Here's a little 'Behind the Photos' trivia for you... Fifty thinks he's a lapdog. It was easily forgiven when he was a pup like in this photo, but not so much now. It still doesn't stop him from curling into an available lap whenever the opportunity presents itself.
moving into our new homes. Notice how I said, 'homes'. For those of you who don't know the story... we found a new house to move into, and it turned out to be right next door to the house Honey Jr had decided to rent. Supposedly, this wasn't a coincidence according to Gregory. 'Supposedly'.
Vicky to find us in our new home. I'd wake up in the morning, go downstairs, and there she'd be, waiting to come along on Fifty's walk. Man I miss that dog, she was a good girl, I only wish she had been mine.
And this is me thinking I'm way too cool for school on a mini-motor bike. I don't remember who owned it, but I remember wanting it, badly. I could whip around the village, running down all who dared get in my path, and maybe even start up my own mini-motor bike gang. Oh, that would be fun! All I need is a bunch of mini-motor bikes, some willing participants, and a badass mini-motor bike gang name... who's coming with me???