Warm scented early mornings with bare feet on smooth tiles are the longed for moments. Like childhood summer holidays each day is fraught with the fear of this contentment passing, of being returned to the pleasant from the sublime. The hot night has filled both the house and the garden with dizzy perfume from apricots, jasmine, honeysuckle and melons and the early birds sit quietly as the sun comes up sparkling through the fan of water that jets from the hose onto the tense flowers bracing for the flat heat of the day as do I. Later it will be too hot to be outside so I’ll cook and prepare the sort of food that befits this long breathless day.
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My eyes feel fuzzy like that when I get up! Sadly all I’ve got is the smells of London, but I can imagine your apricots, jasmine, honeysuckle and melons 😉
TAkes me a while to get sharp..:)
Me too – usually the duration of a cup of tea 🙂
What wonderful scents to greet your day! Look forward to hearing what culinary delights you rustle up…..
…working on that now..:)
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sounds like a perfect awakening and a relaxing day. Enjoy!
…it’s good when it happens like that:)
Bravo, Roger! This is post is pure poetry. The penultimate sense is magical, as are the pictures which capture the morning light. You have made my day as I arise here on Cape Cod, this dreary morning.
I’m sorry to hear Cape Cod is dreary…I always imagine that coast to have magical light…have a good day:)
Oops, I meant to write sentence non sense.
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Envious.
..that’s how it should be:)
Sublime..that’s how I make my tea or coffee in the morning.-with a sieve like yours. You took me back to my happy days! So enchanting!
Today was the first time I’ve used a sieve and jug for years, but I’m going to do it from now on:)
It fast and fun. I guess it is really going retro – ( My coffee maker broke down one day and I had to have my cup of Jo. I must like the process )
I’ve changed over to the brown jug completely:)
Oh how I miss long breathless days…
…don’t you just love them:)
Sounds and looks beautiful. Lovely writing and photography.
Cheers…thanks for visiting:)
So happy you are enjoying the reality behind your poetic description . . . Did not know the temperature so varied twixt Brittany and the Vendee 😀 !! Yesterday it was but a cool 27C there and a wet and freezing 19C the day before . . . hmmm: I must be travelling along different roads [the whole of the weekend just north of you!] , but am so glad to read your warm and comfortable tale . . .
It is said that the temperature starts changing south of the Loire….we’re at the very southern point of the Vendee on the edge of Charente..Brittany is famous for rain, a mirror image to the West Country in the UK..have a good Tour:)
Surely can ‘place’ you better now! Our commentators kept on about the Vendee whilst teaching us Brittany 🙂 !! Rather tragic first week full of serious crashes, and contrary to many disinterested people’s thoughts we do not watch to get titillated by broken bones and even death . . . beautiful countryside tho’ – the French Govt TV helos are doing a superb job! Have a good Sunday!!
The Vendee, like the rest of France, is mad for cycling. The country roads are full of pelotons of cyclists training throughout the year. I hope things improve in this year’s tour:).
such beautiful juxta position images between the tea jug and the dizzy perfume of apricots. Photography, writing and food is such a wonderful marriage in senses. And you are the master of it.
thank you, Cornelia…I’m glad it gives you pleasure..
Indeed 👌
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What a luxurious feeling this brings. Happy summer.
and to you, Angeline:)