She had me at hello

I stumbled across my dream blog the other day on Facebook. It is my dream blog because it depicts my dream life. In my dreams I live in a country house in a dry, mild climate where the countryside is pastoral and the little towns have narrow streets and old, old houses, sidewalk cafes, and townspeople who speak the language of my roses. In my dreams I speak that language, too, with tongue no longer clumsy but deft and smooth. In my dreams I live in France, breath in France, cook in France, garden in France, love in France. I have become such a romantic about France. It’s a heart thing. And a mind thing. A visual thing of vineyards rising and falling in the distance, French blue skies, stone walls. What can I say? If I could go there, it would be a dream, and a man in the distance would be singing La vie en rose.

Sharon Santoni is a Brit, transplanted firmly and thriving in Normandy. She has a beautiful blog. Yesterday’s post was just breathtakingly beautiful. Click HERE and join me in my dream.