No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn.
I planted five lilac trees at the stone gates of my new home. Le Rembucher edges onto seventy-five-hectare oak forest,and I have nick-named it Sanctum because it is just that, a sanctuary of age-old trees.
The new retreat heralds the start of an invigorating chapter in my life – bursting with creative projects and endeavors of which the most decisive of it all isto celebrate life.
Speaking of new beginnings, it is springtime in the French countryside and there are a few cherished delights that the French refer as le bonne bouche…