No one goes on a tri
p of a lifetime
Without the help of
Shall we say “a village”.
First in my village
Is John
Chief “encourager”
And underwriter.
Without him
I would have spent June
In my own garden.
And Merci to Elliott
Who went from being an involved
Parent of not yet 3-year-old twins.
To being the one in charge.
Giving Kristina this opportunity.
Then come Debra & Kristina.
A trip like this should be taken
With friends
Good friends
Who are willing to share your excitement,
Travel through today’s stressful airports,
Laugh until you loose control,
Not keep count
Of croissant consumption,
And give each other a little space
When we need it.
And yes,
A mother-in-law
And daughter-in-law
Can be good friends – great actually.
Much to the amazement of many!
On the subject of friends.
We made many new ones.
And we learned that a few of us
From the middle of the country
Had much in common with
The majority of travelers
From the West Coast.
A late night conversation
On the first night
With Bonnie and Annette
Proved that.
Not to mention
A few bonding misadventures
Along the way.
And Merci
To Elizabeth.
For inviting us in.
Actually drawing us in
To her dream
That has so enriched her life.
She’s going again next year.
If you have dreams of
Dew laced gardens
In the early morning light
Of the north of France.
Au revoir,
Gail
“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece”
Claude Monet
http://www.elizabethmurray.com
Photo credits to Kathleen Hurley, Duncan Berry, Elizabeth Murray, Debra Mitchell, Kristina Wynne and whoever else I have added to my files and gotten jumbled together!
In My Garden 