Lavender fields bedded down in patch work comfort, shades of blue permeating the light. A distant hill shimmers in gold and resonates in Poplars while glancing off the edge of an ancient farmhouse. This is a moment caught between two worlds of sleep and awakening. Les Vallettes, is a quiet farming settlement we often passed through on our morning walk. Olive trees are farmed for their liquid sunshine and aromatic fruit.
Many families have their own orchard.
We were invited to help pick olives at Christmas time. I remember a family picnic in the grove munching on goat cheese, baguettes and ripened briny olives. Children played while boxes and boxes of olives were picked for the first pressing. I love small vignettes of composition. This one was completed with a favourite oriental porcelain and blue glass.