A Quiet Monday in Joucas

After a busy first week and weekend we decided together that today would be a "stay at home" day.
Michele just came down the stairs and said, "I love this doing nothing". She also said that she had been reading the news and was going to switch to fantasy. Good call.
This morning our breakfast was eggs over easy and toast I made from baguette slices fried in butter. I use butter for everything. Of course there were cups of long shot espressos with cream.
My bubble bath in the lovely pink bathtub was a blessing. The bathroom window was open to blue sky and clouds. After my bath I hung out a sheet and the tablecloth we've been eating on. It and a heavy rubber padding covered the white round table-just like one I would like to have.
Mark helped me trying to reconstruct the chronology of the past week for my datebook. The dates on pictures we have taken helped.
It was quite a week. I had a fall in Joucas-skinned knee. Fender bender (minor, but upsetting) at the Notre-Dame de Senanque Abbey. Mark had a more serious fall over an unseen cement rise in Apt and a shattered IPhone screen. We had a difficult time trying to find the Cathedral of St. Anne. The Lavender Festival meant there were lots of road closures. The mass was more than half over by the time we wandered in, but the quiet beauty and songs in French brought tears.  There has been far more breathtaking beauty than upset. Michele is beginning to feel well, although she still has a nagging cough. We are all deeply grateful.
This morning I was able to read/pray my usual Morning Prayer from my well worn 1928 prayer book and even more used KJV Bible that was a gift from my parents in June of 1963. I brought a very small folding icon and small candle. The Old Testament lesson was from Samuel. It is a very sad dialogue between God and Samuel. Israel demanded a king to be like the nations that surrounded them. God told Samuel not to worry, Israel was rejecting Him not Samuel. Later on of course, the people of Israel suffer under the rule of Saul. He looked good, seemed promising, but it didn't end well for Saul and many others. Saul had a divided heart...never a good thing.
A day of rest and reflection. A day to ponder the wonder of actually being in the south of France for several more weeks. A day to breathe deep and give thanks.

A day to reflect on being at such a lovely address. An address with no numbers, just a name.