I won't lie. It is a hard transition and no matter how long my stay in the Auvergne, I always wish I could stay just a few more days, a few more weeks. Because, you see, as much as I love Brooklyn, this part of France and our house up on top of a hill, is never far from my thoughts when I am away. Somehow, for me, life seems to be lived more intensely in the country. I love the open sky, the fact that I can see rainclouds approach from far away, can admire the setting sun as it bathes everything in hues of orange and pink before setting beyond the horizon.
I shed a tear as I drove away from all this a few days ago. I am sure you understand.
Thank you for those of you who have come along on this trip. I hope, like me, you have enjoyed yours summer and have been able to escape the City for a while.
I am now back in Carroll Gardens, sorting through mail and waiting for a cooler day to start weeding my Brooklyn garden.
I promise, I will start bringing news and posting photos of the neighborhood just as soon as I get settled and get over the jet-lag.
My, how the weeds have grown here in Brooklyn during my absence.
