Today we made our way into the French countryside of Provence. It was magical and touching, the sensory elements transported me back to moments of Spring at home. Crisp air, blue skies dotted by the occasional passing cloud, Spring greens, and all of the energy of new growth, buds pushing through.
I don’t know if one who did not grow up on a farm feels these moments in the same way, but I am instantly reminded of–transported back to–the raw, cyclical elements of nature’s lifecycle that were the constant backdrop of my life. Oh how I wish Dad and Andy were turning soil to set the seeds for this years growth.
Miss them, miss you, miss it all…..
S.
Notes to Mom 