As I sit here looking at this photo of golden, juicy peaches piled high at the Olonzac market, the chilly, early autumn morning air is spilling into our kitchen through the open window.
Good memories of another summer. Our sixth summer here in France.
The days of blinding heat and siestas are over for another year. How quickly the seasons turn.
I actually need a sweater this morning.
It's almost time to stop drinking rosé.
Well, almost.
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