neighbors

i  love our french neighbors . . . all of them. at 42 avenue de la liberté we have extended the hoffman open door policy that was instituted years ago in our home in minnesota. these guys have all accepted the implicit invitation of open doors and windows. we have welcomed them with varying degrees of hospitality. emphasis on varying.

collection of languedocian critters we’ve come across since mid-august

autignac, france

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combs

these little bottle brushes formed out of one of my favorite flat, blue-violet flowers. it was only two months ago that we arrived here, and that those flowers were in bloom. the remaining three months of this trip feel suddenly so fragile and evanescent.

la scabieuse rouge sombre stems with fruit heads

autignac, france

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olive green

there’s a food rule that says if it grows together it goes together, meaning foods that grow in the same region tend to work well together on the plate. apparently it is also an aesthetic rule. i don’t know how the silver and sage green of this olive tree could go any better with the fish that was caught practically in its shadow.

loup (branzino) and an olive branch

autignac, france

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at rest

you know how a camel or a goat or a horse carefully drops down from a standing position by folding one leg at a time into the right spot, and then slowly, slowly lowering itself down to the ground? i found this spider in my bathtub, and it was, and i’m not exaggerating, the size of my palm. i asked my husband to take care of it, and i would like to think that it simply folded itself slowly and peacefully into this position, but i’m pretty sure that’s not how it happened. i feel a little bad. and a little good.

dead spider

found in my bathtub, autignac, france

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installée in southern france

this pheasant egg is not in a pheasant nest. it is in a temporary, comfortable nest found near a vineyard in france. this pheasant egg and i have a lot in common just now.

vineyard nest with pheasant egg

autignac, france

  • Erica says:

    huh. i’d not considered that a nest is really another sort of seed pod.

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  • Lovely!

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