I can't remember the Shakespearean quote exactly but the point is that summer is all too short. And yesterday our achingly beautiful spell of hot weather suddenly came to an end. Temperatures dropped overnight. The word "sweater" or rather pull re-entered the language. Also duvet. Right at this moment, it's a mere 14 degrees--and that's today's predicted high. Sigh. Only a few weeks ago we were basking in the upper thirties and, our regional newspaper, La Dépêche, featured a young woman pouring a jug of cold water over herself. "What a lazy life" is a loose translation of the headline. (Or possibly: "Oops, does that make my shirt transparent?")
A bit of waffling going on here before I get into excuses for not posting that much recently. Briefly, we've had family staying with us, and there was a trip to Aix-en-Provence, and the kitchen got almost finished. Somewhere in there, we went for a walk just outside the village and spied this gorgeous dragonfly.