“The people of Provence greeted spring with uncharacteristic briskness, as if nature had given everyone an injection of sap.” SpringProvence Book:A Year in Provence Source: A Year in Provence
“Day after day we looked for rain, and day after day we saw nothing but the sun. Lavender that we had planted in the spring died. The patch of grass in front of the house abandoned its ambitions to become a lawn and turned into the dirty yellow of poor straw. The earth shrank, revealing its knuckles and bones, rocks and roots that had been invisible before.” EarthHouseWaterPoorSunSawsRocksFrontsAmbitionSpringRainRiversRootsDiedBonesInvisibleDirtyGrassYellowAbandonedRevealingPatchesLawnsStrawsKnucklesLavender Book:Toujours Provence Source: Toujours Provence
