Between Two Tides.

I walked awhile through a village in Wisteria.. Wisteria vine, climbs and captures, pieces of pastel purple sky, cascading; there a village drenched, in Heavenly tranquility, and fragrance, a pro...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2018/05/11/a-village-in-wisteria/

It was delightful to see the Geese and Hens pecking around amongst the most  beautiful field of Daisies, enjoying a gay Springtime. The curious Donkey looking on was amusing.. The Donkey watche...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2018/04/03/springtime-is-soft/

There is a little road that I like to walk, and when I do I have an unusual sense that I am in a place of timelessness. The feeling of peace is tangible and I like it. I try to analyse it. Maybe ...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2018/03/21/a-farm-ruin/

It is the 28th of January, the New Year in Vietnamese culture, and the doors are open to welcome all who wish to visit and enjoy the celebrative ambience within Plum Village monastery, in south-w...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2017/01/30/plum-village-vietnamese-new-year/

Now is my breath caught in beauty of crisp frost fields a frozen moment. I love those mornings, when the world is white, and frost sticks tight, sparkling ice, hoofprints light of fleeting deer, ...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2017/01/08/frost-fields-of-january/

Each December, in villages and churches the length and breadth of France, families follow the custom of visiting the Nativity Crib where Jesus of Nazareth was born. ‘Sur le chemin des Crèches�...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2016/12/21/sur-le-chemin-des-creches-on-the-path-of-nativity-cribs/

Way  (Voie) by Tristan Tzara 1896-1963 What is this road that separates us, Across which I extend the hand of thought? A flower is written at the tip of every finger, And at the end of the road ...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2016/11/06/expressions-of-loss-by-three-french-poets/

Their faces are blushed and tanned, their long skirts lifted, and brown arms bare. Their sweet laughter drifts on the early autumn breeze as they deftly move between, and along the vine row, usin...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2016/09/25/the-grape-harvest-vendange/

I wonder, where did the ‘épis de faîtage’ originate; those decorative ‘finials’ on roof tops, that I see on old houses hereabouts? These particular ones date to the late nineteenth cent...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2016/09/11/epi-de-faitage-finial/

See there, beside white Lily floating, Under scented shade of Arcacia bloom, Lies the citadel of les Abeilles; And within these walls, with industrious duty, Les Abeilles sacrifice for Queen and ...

https://33580laborde.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/les-abeilles-de-rimons-the-bees-of-rimons/