The Truth about Autumn

Oh autumn, with your pretty colours, your shifting light and cool days. Everyone seems to be madly in love with you. “My favourite time of year” appears to be the overwhelming sentiment. So why exactly is it that I don’t feel that same way about you? Why do you fill me with dread?

Coming from Ontario where autumn is truly a spectacular time of year for the senses, I do have a soft spot for the season. In Ontario, it can actually be hot in autumn, and the colours are absolutely magnificent and worth seeing if you never have. I remember getting all kind of fuzzy, warm thoughts at the idea of scarves and sweaters, of the smell of firewood burning, of mounds of gourds and pumpkins and the smell of turkey in the oven. I have gone on many a walk, kicking leaves. There is something enchanting about the swirl of leaves whipping by while on your bike or out for a stroll. It’s definitely got charm.

But over the years, something has shifted for me. While all those lovely things still tug at my heart, the season mostly fills me with a profound disquiet that is not easy to shake. I don’t see quite as much of the beauty as I see the horror of what is to come. Perhaps if you live in an extremely warm climate the fresh air is a relief. But when you barely get a handful of days approaching +30, and the rest of the time it is brown, dead, dark, icy and miserable, autumn signals the beginning of an appallingly long winter. I wish I didn’t feel this way, but I do. There is not enough pumpkin pie or pretty leaves to make the eight months of winter endurable.

So sorry autumn, the truth for me about you is: I think you kinda suck. Just a little. If you turned into spring, I would find you absolutely delightful. I feel sorry that you are stuck with winter at the other end, it tarnishes you. It’s not your fault, truly. It’s not you, it’s me ;)

Mushrooms are one very good thing about fall.

It often still looks like summer here, but these olives are slowly turning...

The Rain in Spain

Apparently, it falls mainly on the plain. However, for us, it mostly fell on the motorway as we were leaving town, thankfully. The rest of the time it was scandalously hot with a lot of humidity. It was exactly what I expected from Spain.

Read More

South of France Bureau

My dear friend Elspeth spends much of her summer at her cottage in Ontario and often refers to it as the “northern branch of EC Consulting”. I like this idea so much I am stealing it. And this last week, Vacqueyras has truly been the South of France branch of my office.

Read More

Home. Happy.

Another year has passed and I am finally back “home” in Provence. I now have the time and motivation to get back to writing. This blog is a journal really; a memoir so when I get hazy, I can go back and relive some of my most treasured moments.

Read More

Crazy Weather Lady

People always ask why I leave for the summer. Why on earth would you want to leave when the weather is so nice? The short answer, I leave to get an actual summer. A real one, where temperatures are around 30 degrees consistently and the sun shines. You feel heat, even in the shade. That’s why I leave.

Read More

Cinq à Sept, Apéro Time

Cinq à sept is a Quebecois term for cocktail hour. The term is not generally used in France, but I find it a delightful turn of phrase, which literally refers to the hours between five and seven pm. A time to unwind after work and enjoy a drink with friends before dinner.

Read More