Lit: Toujours Provence

by Andrew Keys on July 23, 2010

I’ve been busy, but I don’t want to leave you completely empty-handed for the week. It’s hot, and heat puts me in the mind of Peter Mayle books. As nice as summer is here, I think I’d still rather be in Provence.

The dogs cope with the summer heat by sleeping through it, stretched out in the courtyard or curled in the shade of the rosemary hedge. They come to life as the pink in the sky is turning to darkness, sniffing the breeze, jostling each other around our feet in anticipation of a walk. We take the flashlight and follow them into the forest.

It smells of warm pine needles and baked earth, dry and spicy when we step on a patch of thyme. Small, invisible creatures slither away from us and rustle through the leaves of the wild box that grows like a weed.

– Peter Mayle, Toujours Provence.

Speaking of which, I think I need a glass of wine…

Next week, on the other hand, is Garden Designers Roundtable, our topic is underutilized plants, and you KNOW I like to talk about those. Tune in then!

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