la vendange

the grape harvest has started here, with tractors hauling big dumpsters full of grape clusters through the village streets, and along the shoulders of regional highways. what almost everyone else wants from the vineyards are these grapes. but what i’ve been waiting for are my deliveries of birds nests. the grape pickers come across nests that have been constructed in the branches of vines. they check with jean-luc to make sure they aren’t the nests of birds that might come back next year to reuse the same nest, and then they remove them and give them to me. today i received four, including this incredible beauty left behind by a mama bird that most likely got preyed on, or she would never have left five eggs behind. no one in the group of pickers today could remember seeing five eggs in a single nest. when i first saw it, i brought my hands to my face, and felt choked up about how beautiful it was.

chardonneret élégant bird nest with eggs

taken from jean-luc’s hectare of syrah vines in autignac, france

  • Mary Ann says:

    Very sorry that the Mama wasn’t there to take care of her eggs. The ways of nature.
    But, look at those layers of softness she built! I cannot stop looking in amazement. I couldn’t be happier that if these babies were not meant to be then you are the one to have them now.
    xo

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    • Carol says:

      What an exquisite basket of love

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stitched together

sometimes we are bound together by our wounds. sometimes we are bound together by our beauty. these seed pods are bound together by both.

lunaria seed casings

poujol sur orb, languedoc, france

  • Mary Ann says:

    Tons to think about and ponder here.
    Thank you for giving us this opportunity.
    xo

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new era(s)

the end of two eras happened on two consecutive days. yesterday we said goodbye to our daughter eva at the barcelona airport, and, a little wet-eyed, watched her thread her way through the security line, on her way to california for the first semester of her freshman year of college. today, my younger son became a teenager. for his birthday dinner, after a month in france, he chose a hamburger and fries. we ate them together on the terrace, a family of three for the first time in 13 years. can somebody please make the clock stop for just a couple of days? i need a breather.

lonicera implexa (honeysuckle)

found along a road between the vines, laurens, languedoc, france

  • Mary Ann says:

    I can imagine how your heart is feeling. Where does this thing called ‘time’ go so quickly? What I wouldn’t give to go back and re-live a few chosen weeks of my life. Time when my children were little ones. Grasp hold of all of it and hold on tight. xo

    ps–love the unique plant, a lot…

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  • Lusty says:

    Could be some type of lonicera (honeysuckle), maybe Lonicera implexa? http://floressilvestresdelmediterraneo.blogspot.com/2013/09/caprifoliaceae-lonicera-implexa.html

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    • Oh my! That is exactly what it is! Thank you so much! I had started to search for the name, but was even getting close. Lovely!
      Mary Jo

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