too much of a good thing can be wonderful..Mae West
started a new book today....The Olive Farm by Carol Drinkwater. it's a story about an american couple who dreamed of moving to the south of france. so they did. and they bought a ten acre farm in provence. sounds dreamy, no?
love this paragraph from the preface:
All my life, I have dreamed of acquiring a crumbling, shabby-chic house overlooking the sea, and renovating it. In my mind's eye, I have pictured a corner of paradise where friends can gather to swim, relax, debate, talk business if they care to, eat fresh food from the garden, prepare steaming plates of food served from an al fresco kitchen and all this dished up onto candlelit tables the length of railway sleepers. Guests would eat, drink, chill out and while away the hours. This would be where artists, travelers, children, friends and extended family can intermingle and find contentment, I'd slip away unnoticed to a cool stone room of my own sometimes, lined head to foot with books, sprawling maps, dictionaries, switch on my computer and settle down peacefully to write.....................But who has not idled away a wet winter afternoon or two with such a dream?
sounds great, huh? of course there would be piles of yarn and needles and a cozy chair in that peaceful room. i'll let you know how the book is.
