Joyeuses Pâques

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Spring has been showing us it’s glory since February when the bright yellow Mimosa trees were the first to blossom. Then in March, dainty white petals that fall like snow and pretty pink blossom of various fruit trees appeared, making the garden colourful again.

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This year I’ve been appreciating Spring more than I have ever before. Watching wild flowers pop up and butterflies dancing around them has been a comfort to me during a difficult time of bereavement for my family. In nature I can see new life and it gives me hope, and I feel lucky to experience it here in the sunshine and beautiful surrounds.

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With Easter nearly here, I’d like to wish everyone a “Joyeuses Pâques!” For me, Easter is a time of contemplation, of joy and sharing good times with family. This weekend we are also joining in celebrations for a special baby boy at his Welcome Ceremony, where I hear there will be an Easter Egg Hunt…I know my Petit Garçon will love it!

Have a great weekend and thanks for reading.

Jenny x

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Our French Christmas: Decorations

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Christmas cards may not be a tradition in France (there’s hardly any in the shops), but they are big on Christmas decorations! Every town seems to be very proud of it’s Christmas lights display and does so tastefully with lots of fairy lights, stars and Joyeuse Fête signs over the high street. Even our little road on the edge of town has an adorned lamppost with blue lights like waves (when on the Cote d’Azur!). Read more

A year in Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur

First paddle in the Med, Cannes, Sept 2015

“That’s crazy!” was the response from some friends and family when we told them we were moving to France. We heard “amazing” and “brave” too. One year later (today in fact) I have to agree…that what we have done is really amazing, we’ve had to be brave, AND there are days when it all feels a bit crazy!

Last summer over the period of a few months we left our jobs in the UK (initiated by me receiving voluntary redundancy), packed up or sold our stuff, said our sad goodbyes, and followed our dream to live in the South of France, with our then nearly three year old son.

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