even though we have had some nice mild (i.e. windless) weather here in southern france, i have not gotten out into the garrigue much the last few days. the reason is because i have fallen down a rabbit hole. don’t worry, i didn’t get hurt. nothing is broken. i have tried my hand at collage many times over the years with only moderate success. but a few days ago, i tried yet one more time. and i’ll be damned if it didn’t work. i’m loving doing it, and as importantly, liking the results. so i haven’t done anything but glue bits of painted paper into pleasing compositions for three days straight. i’m afraid to stop lest i lose the mojo. which is all a long way of explaining why i chose this little succulent from a pot on my terrace for today’s STILL subject. and now has me wondering how often i look right over the beauty right under my own nose in search of something “better” out there.
one of the best things about being in a remote village in southern france in December is that the arrival of the christmas shopping season was recently heralded by the berries of the alexandrian laurel, which quietly turned red, in contrast to the green of their leaves. i’m feeling that shopping fever coming on. i think i’ll go for a walk, and, inflamed with irrational acquisitiveness, buy a baguette for lunch.
laurier d’alexandrie (danae racemosa)
this agave sits right next to the grill in our back courtyard here. follow the point from right to left and watch how it just keeps getting sharper and sharper until you reach the impossibly needle-like tip. steve stands next to the agave when he stands next to the grill. i can verify that the pointed tip will in fact draw blood.
this is what you wear when you want to stand next to a southern French rural highway and blend in. find your inner plane tree. feel the mediterranean sun on your leaves. be the tree. no one can see you. be. the. tree.
plane tree bark
a little celebration of originality and not giving a damn what they think. you go, honey.