... perhaps a bit of French inspiration to boost your creative impasse (or mine)!
photo ⓒJaques Dirand
Picture rugged walls raised with the hand-hewn stones you might build a barn with, slathered higgledy-piggledy with plaster thick as country cake frosting ... set off by a huge bouquet of drying garlic, bay leaves and tarragon shadowing the corners. Picture as well orderly dishes draining in nothing more than a trough, serving well for both washing up, or cleaning carrots just pulled from the garden ... those meant to grace a 'pot au feu' or 'cassoulet'. Oh, and don't forget that old jar charmingly stuffed with Queen Anne's Lace, wildflower weeds, and twigs ... and last, but certainly not least, a discarded wine bottle or two to catch the reflections of a soft morning sun. Aren't you almost able to breath in the warm air of a 'pain rustique' wafting it's way out through the window and down the lane!
Old walls have a way of holding memories ... and in quiet interludes, releasing murmurs of the past.
