Notes from France – 1

by deanmelbourne

The rest of the group were disappointed to have missed the bright yellow blooms of the oceans of sunflowers that surrounded the gite. I couldn’t help thinking that they were more beautiful in there current state. More melancholy of course but somehow more complex. The yellow would have been a distraction. I would not have seen the powder yellow earth that lay cracked and dry beneath their bowed heads. 

The landscape that spread out behind the old farm building was almost to rhythmical. Everything just right. the right amount of trees spaced perfectly and rolling hills dissected by curving roads lined with Elms. All in a soft yellow ochre. Mornings don’t feel like this at home.

A perfect place to let a mind empty.