Papa and I returned home from France late Thursday evening. We’ve spent the past 36 hours going through mail, trimming trees, pulling weeds, blowing off the driveway, and Papa repaired the garbage disposal. We’ve talked with all four of our children and several friends. I walked yesterday morning with my good friend Ornella, and we talked nonstop for the hour+ of our walk.
We had a wonderful summer! It was the most enjoyable six months of our lives. We are grateful for new friends and neighbors. We enjoyed our daily routine in Lectoure, walking to the boulangerie for bread, going to the spa every week, going to concerts or galleries, walking around the rampart walls…
We are also grateful for our home in Tucson, with views of the Santa Catalina Mountains to our north and other mountains from every window. Our Tucson home is full of generations of family photos, seashells we collected over many years, saddles that Papa built and are hanging on our library bannister, spurs Papa wore on the ranch, tile art collected by Papa’s Dad and passed to us, the piano our girls learned to play on, an embroidery that Papa’s mother made while pregnant with him, a painting by our son-in-law, a canvas with handprints of our children and grandchildren… our stuff collected over 41 years. We are grateful for this life we live. Every day is a good day. Every day is a gift.
A few photos taken this morning at our Tucson home.
