Hidden In France

What I've been missing

Here is what I've been missing for the last twenty days as I sat at my desk trying to spread the word about my book: Lo and behold, I practically missed the month of May!  

Today I emerged, puffy-eyed, groggy, and my rear-end molded to an unappealing desk chair-like shape, to see this:

The flowers in front are "Echium fastuosum" or Pride of Madeira, but I call them Proud of my Derièra. (a private joke between me and myself, you really don't have to laugh.)

Once you have lived in an area where Bougainvillea grows like weed it's hard to turn back.

3 waterlilies blooming at once is my record.

My idea in Provence since I can't have the real thing.

Oh, and if you've read this far then you might still have the patience to read some really great reviews for Hidden in Paris.

 

 

Refreshing

I should have known something was up when the cat declined going out. It was 110!!! degrees today when I left the house to pick up my son at school.  My sandals melted on the sidewalk on the way to the car, and once in there my hands were promptly seared on the wheel.  This what I hate hate hate about this time of the year in L.A.  (though we're lucky this year has been comparatively mild.) Next the wind will pick up and the landscape will go up in flames.  It never fails. Hate it.

But look , here something i don't hate: how fresh.

Via Butiknøe (please check website for credit, it's waayyyy too hot here)