This Fragile Life

Some of you have been having summer for lo these many months, but chez nous it only arrived a week ago. We’ve been reveling in it, grilling out on the back deck most nights, sitting with a glass of wine on the front deck after a leisurely supper and watching the daily arrival of the Victoria Clipper, returning from, guess where? She’s the noisiest boat on the water, and you can hear her before you see her. We don’t mind. We’re outside with the Anna’s hummingbird applying herself to the cuphea, with the sudden influx of nocturnal flying ants, a solitary and occasional bat, and tonight, Zazou climbing the mast that pierces through our deck and into the twilight sky. “Come quick” Shel calls “Look at Zazou.” And I do.

I didn’t pose that feather there, I happened upon it while watering. My hose accidentally doused it, and still it hung on. It wasn’t among its own kind, had fallen, largely unnoticed, far from home, and yet it seemed to have landed in just the right spot. That’s how we feel about our home in France, even though it doesn’t belong to us, even though we can’t spend as much time there as we wish. We hang on to that dream for dear life.

Today we saw Shel’s wonderful oncologist who asked us if we wanted Shel to get a CT scan before we went back to France in October. He asked “What would you do if it were bad news?” and Shel said “We’re going back no matter what.” So no scan, just plans.

For the moment, we’re enjoying the island to the fullest. The sun shines, the water shimmers blue, abandoning its usual steely green. I gather blueberries and blackberries and salad and chard from my garden.  I despair of having enough warm weather to get even one ripe tomato, but I stake my little plant up and hope.  We sleep with the screen doors open, the night-scented nicotiana outside the bedroom wafting us to sleep. I cook meat over real wood charcoal and it’s the most delicious thing ever. We’re having summer.

But as soon as summer’s over we’ll be turning our thoughts to the east, where we’ll be taking a little cruise, just one week, out of Barcelona, on our way back to France. We’re getting better at the transition back and forth, but here’s the thing that drives us crazy: the baggage limitations. By which I don’t only mean the fact that if we take more than 50 pounds we have to pay, or the fact that winter clothes take up so much luggage space, it’s also that we just can’t drag three suitcases apiece like we used to. It’s hard to admit, but irrefutably true, we are older than we used to be. And thus we must learn to live out of one suitcase each for three months. That’s what we did last Spring, but then it was summer clothes.

We’re trying to make the best of it all, and I’d say we’re doing pretty well.

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9 Comments on “This Fragile Life”

  1. Henk Siera Says:

    I totally agree with your last conclusion and that with great respect for both of you. Looking forward meeting you in France.


  2. Perfect word picture Abra , not long now to rekindle the France in French Letters!

  3. Amber Says:

    Sounds like a beautiful, idyllic day! 🙂

  4. Jan Says:

    Yeah, when summer happens here, it makes us realize why we put up with the long wait for it. So glad for you that you get to go back to France…yay!

  5. Zuleme Says:

    Wish I could ship you the crate of tomatoes I picked yesterday. I know you’d do something wonderful with them. I have made sauce, soup and dried batches. Will keep on!
    I look forward to reading your posts from France. Will be a long time before I see it again.


  6. Don’t know if its cost prohibitive but any people fedex their clothes to their traveling spots.


  7. I mean’t “many” people.

  8. Wendy Miller Says:

    The cruise sounds great and I know it will be wonderful for you two to be back “home” again. Bon voyage!! xo


  9. Just discovered you ( Edible Seattle) and found you are practically my neighbor! We live at 12400 Kallgren. I have great love for France, having lived there as a student, and now importing hand-made table linens from a woman in Provence ( see my website: http://www.linensbyghislaine.com). Haven’t been to Provence for 2 years, and am missing it! It would be fun to meet sometime before you head back to France in October !


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