A Country Weekend

White Peach and Lavender Clafoutis

To one whose elastic and vigorous thoughts keep pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.

~ Thoreau, Henry David

Late summer, our Pierre de Ronsard roses still arch over the front door of our cottage. These old-world roses linger throughout sultry afternoons. My Frenchman stands proud behind the lace curtains when villagers take notice of those beauties, photographing and smelling them.

Although I'm tempted to nap in the hammock that hangs on the terrace balcony, fruit and vegetable projects vie for my attention. Standing in front of my rack of wrinkly linen aprons hung in the kitchen, for a second, I am unexpectedly back at La Châtelaine Chocolat, our chocolate shop in Montana.