July 18, 2016 (200/366)
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time."
- John Lubbock, "Recreation," The Use of Life, 1894
July 17, 2016 (199/366)
"The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity." - Dorothea Dix
July 16, 2016 (198/366)
As I've mentioned, we love our new home and were thrilled with the updates that were made inside the house; however, the landscaping was minimal -- a cross between a blank canvas and a clean-up/demolition. We're taking it slowly, starting with the front entrance, a fence around the backyard for Piper, and this new, green and white garden. We still have to place stone steppers around the fire pit, but we're almost finished...for now. Next summer, we'll tackle the woods in the back and the dreaded orange ditch lilies.
July 15, 2016 (197/366) Nice
I have many fond memories of trips to Nice: of strolling down the Promenade des Anglais searching for sea glass; of swimming in the Mediterranean before dozing off upon the smooth galets; of the worst sunburn of my life (maybe not such a fond memory); of celebrating Mardi gras with students in 2009; of visits to the Russian Orthodox church and the Matisse museum; of Provençal fabric, the perfume of homemade soaps and freshly cut flowers, and the taste of lavender ice cream, white peaches and garinguettes in the markets of Old Nice. Once again, my heart goes out to the people of France.
#peaceforNice #beNice
July 14, 2016 (198/366) Joyeuse fête nationale à mes amis français et francophiles!
"Sometimes all you need is macarons..." - Blair Waldorf (un petit goûter français in honor of Bastille Day)
July 13, 2016 (195/366) Pink Queen Anne's Lace
« Les choses de la vie n'ont que la couleur qu'on leur donne. »
“But instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthlessly try to discover, life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.” - Marcel Proust