My purple rose, Falstaff, bloomed last Friday; two immense jewels opened their magnificent eyes. The fragrance is light but is there, and this is more than you can say about a lot of modern roses.
I brought them along in a bottle to our short camping trip to the 500 acres of wild land our friend Leelee’s family own in Mendocino county. Alexandre enjoyed the kids pool, playing with other children, the crickets and lizards and play play play. We enjoyed him, sleeping in the tent, good food, good people.
On the way back we stopped for cherries and to check out the town of Cloverdale. We dreamed of having also a get away like that. A place away from the city madness and to enjoy family and nature. As I watched over the Russian River eating another cherry, I thought of the baby growing inside my womb, our son sleeping peacefully in his car seat and Claude driving through the beautiful landscape. You got to call this happiness. That’s what it is.
As I grabbed the cell phone and saw a bunch of missed calls I decided to check in with a friend. She told me all about last Saturday’s accident, luckily no one died but the traffic prospect for our area was so gloomy. It just further made us want to flee to the countryside more often.
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