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
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
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