Our Beautiful Chateau in the South of France
We lived in a small chateau in the south of France. It was the home I had always dreamed of.
The garden in spring was a carpet of wild violets spreading through the grass. Grapevines and old trees. Ivy, so much of it, crawling, climbing, clinging.
Roses lined the driveway where carriages drove and people strolled. The old stables at the bottom of the driveway, unchanged for over a hundred and fifty years.
The tower housed a winding stairway, cantilevered, hewn from stone. It wound its way up through marble-floored spaces. The small windows offered views of the River Orb on one side, the Canal du Midi on the other.
The salon looked out onto a terrace, the river, and two huge chestnut trees that littered our garden with Autumn leaves. The walls painted with views of the house and its original surroundings.
