Wanderlust – postcards from the road.
Ahem….WHO’S TO BLAME?? (Shady Business in France)
It has been said the best defense is no defense at all (that’s an Eddie quote). Since my last posting from France was…ahem….a couple of hours a few days several days (okay, okay…weeks ago!)
I am not sure if I need a defense or not but just in case:
The Color of Joy in France
Lavender spreads JOY no matter what form it takes 🙂 ..The Color of Joy in France
Watercolor Journaling in France…Video and Pics!
I love the little villages one can stumble upon when out and about in France. It’s a sense of adventure that makes you feel like a kid again 🙂 ! Here’s the latest entry in my journal, complete with the sights and sounds of France.
Wandering in France and Another Giveaway!
When I was a kid I remember my parents just heading out for a drive to see what new places they might uncover. That sense of “what lies around the next corner” has stayed with me all these years and there is no better place to experience that than in France.
It’s especially sweet when the one you stumble upon is the little village called Autoire.
Le Jardin of Frayssinet and The Dilemma
I have admitted openly to having a problem. Since there are no 12 step programs for blue jar addiction I have had to struggle along by myself, doing as best I can.
Which leads to my next France story. I swear it wasn’t planned. I’d actually been feeling that I might be getting the whole thing under control. I mean, I’ve not seen even touched a blue jar in days now—not since boarding the plane.
Lavender Peace and a Postcard Giveaway!
Lokie has been chiding me—says the rumor is I’ve run away to the lavender fields.
French Blue Buckets and a Fragrant Giveaway!
JOY is in the doing.
With every stroke JOY is chosen and it creates the way for more.
I wish you JOY in this day, in this very moment.
Spread your Watercolor & Thoughts and Eddie Bill’s Brother by Another Mother
Some of us are bon❤️ journaling away (it’s fun to spread your watercolor and thoughts across the pages 🙂
Some are making regular runs eating creme at some people’s house, walking in late, unannounced and heading to the kitchen willing the refrigerator to open.
A Life of Their Own
These little girls were imported to Kentucky from who knows where—there surely aren’t any tulips poking their heads out around here 😉
I photographed them and then painted them while I was in Florida.
Now here they are with “eyes” from around the world having a look at them.
Wouldn’t their Momma be proud?