In a Nutshell

Les fleurs sauvage: Primevère Acaule

Sometimes I feel like I’m in my 30s and retired. I’m writing a memoir, gardening, going to the weekly village knitting club, and recently, started a French and English Café Exchange. That looks like the schedule of a retired gal in Southern France, right?! I guess what is not mentioned and not so retire-y is that I am in the process of job hunting, for what I’m not sure, whatever feeds my gypsy soul.

Happy first day of spring!! I know it’s been a while since I’ve been here, my apologies. Life happens fast. No excuses though, I really want to me more present here. I miss Garden Gallivanter and sharing my thoughts here with you all. I feel a shift today, maybe because it’s soon to be a full moon, and it’s the Spring Equinox; and it’s also the first time both are happening at the same time since 1981?!

I want to say that since I’ve been living in the south of France and this life close to nature, I am aligning more to her rhythms. Or, maybe it’s just all in my head, I’m not sure, but I know something is happening. Like today, I took a long nap, knocked out for 2 hours! I love naps, just normally don’t take them, but today, I just really needed one. I’m going to say the Spring Equinox and full moon coming has had something to do with it.

The first day of spring is quite special, especially for beekeepers I suppose, since it marks the first day of the season I would venture to say....to my beekeepers out there, would you agree? The season though, began long before today, months before. Jorris has been working in the workshop up in Villetale building frames for the new hives we will soon pick up in Montpellier (city in Southern France) since January? And, he has been very preoccupied with paperwork and taking mandatory formations in Nice while caring for our hives, which are still on the coast in L’Esterel (I think my favorite place of the French Riviera!)

La bonne brood @L'Esterel.

So much has happened since I was last here, so I’ll try to be brief but thorough. We went to Holland for the holidays. It was picturesque. Northern Europe, if I can call it that, is like the birthplace of Christmas. It felt like that with the Christmas markets and traditions we experienced. Unfortunatley, Jorris' Grandma on his French side, Leonie, passed away, so we made our way back to France, to the Alsace, a north-east region of France with a long historical border conflict with Germany. Despite the circumstances, it was a beautiful opportunity to be with family, and for me, meet new family for the first time.

Colmar Noel Marche

Mon bus route a Nice pour la cours intensive Francais pendant Janvier. 

Mes grandparents, ma Ama et Aye avec mon petit frere Kevin et moi.  

The month of January was busy busy since I was taking an intensive French course in Nice everyday and rode the bus for 3 hours everyday for the month! I loved it and it was so worth it. I made friends and had a superb professor. I really learned so much that one month. I continue working through the text book on my own. I also did two days of important French immigration formalities, which having already gone back and forth to Nice for the week and then having to go on the bus again on Saturday, to spend a whole day of lecture, was extremely exhausting, but I made it.

At the end of February, my Grandpa Ma passed away. He was 96 and truly lived life to the fullest, at least in my eyes. My heart was broken and still healing, just because I loved him so much, and we were so very close. So, I flew home to Los Angeles to pay my respects, read some words from my heart and cried with my family. I got to see my cousins, aunties, uncles, my father, brother, mother, and it really was a most special celebration of life. Perhaps I’ll share my eulogy to my Grandpa with you sometime.

La famille en premiere. Photo: Kevin Ma

It was a whirlwind, emotionally, and physically, since I was fighting terrible jet-lag and was only in L.A. for 3 full days before flying back to France! I did get to fly back however, with my mom, cousin Kitty (Kat), and my brother Kevin. We landed in Paris where Steven, my soon-to-be brother-in-law, would meet us. They had planned to come visit me months ago, since the end of last fall I believe. Kat was the surprise element, though, with the whole change of plans with my Grandpa leaving us, the “cat” was out of the bag when I was talking to my mom about my seat selection and she said, “I wonder if there’s a seat near me...well, I’m sitting next to Kat, and there’s maybe...oh shoot!...”

Truthfully though, I had known a few weeks ago about the surprise when my sweet Nimbo Thin told me with such enthusiasm for Kat to see Europe for the first time and go on a vacation! I really was so honored to be the one to introduce her to Europe and France.

Ça fait longtemps <333

Mon autre demi devant Monet. 

Le Louvre

We had a wonderful time in Paris for the weekend; I played pushy tour-guide and got us around the landmarks and museum must-sees of Paris. I won’t bore you with the details, unless you’re interested; but suffice it to say that no time was left squandered because we were either walking, perusing through impressionist paintings of Monet or eating yummy food. I will say though, that my favorite museum was L’Orangerie, for it’s serenity, beauty and it just left an “impression” on me.

I felt like Grandpa Ma was watching over us because things would happen like it was raining a bit the last day and we wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower and while it rained during the car ride, it stopped just as we got out! And it stayed dry and sunny through all the pics and then when we got back in another uber, it started raining again! I saw out the window this woman pushing against the strong gusts of wind with her umbrella that looked like it was nearly going to break!

Sacré Cœur.

Poor Steven had been sick so actually had to change his flight and come to join us the last day we were in Paris, only to fly again that same evening to Nice, since that was in our itinerary. Kat, and he and I did get to go to Montmarte and Sacré Cœur, which was quite special, as we clinked les cafés and roughly ripped off pieces of la baguette to share.

Les tous que on a besoin! Santé!

Ils sont heureux dans Montmarte. 

After arriving to Nice, we drove through the alps to their air b’n b which was right across the bridge from our apartment which was great! We spent a few days here, showing them around the village, Entrevaux, Guillaumes and dinner in Valberg so they could meet my French entourage. Ma belle mère, my mother-in-law, was also here! She had planned to visit as well and it just so happened to be at the same time of my family's visit. I was happy for her to have met my family and shared a brunch at the air b 'n b. That night, it was a cozy dinner at our favorite L’Italiano, in Valberg where we had our marriage luncheon 6 months ago!

I was happy that they now have faces to names I always talk about. We were all hungry and happy, stuffed with comfortingly decadent pasta dishes all-around, and wine, of course. My Mom was so sweet and paid for dinner for everyone! She has such a generous heart. And the best part was when she said, “Thank you all for taking care of Tiffanie.” My friends were touched and so was I. I felt like my Mom had come a long way from where we started in this French journey. It hasn’t always been smooth, nor easy. But, I think she’s arrived at a place of peace with it all, even happiness for me.

Dans le médiéval village d'Entrevaux. 

Le dîner @ L'Italiano dans Valberg, notre resto préféré. 

On a apprecié les mimosas dans L'Esterel. 

I’m proud of my family for coming all this way to visit me. It meant the world. We shared many beautiful moments, which I’ll cherish forever. I’m proud of them because it takes a lot of physical strength and an open heart to ride through the windy roads of the French alps and being in any new culture can be challenging. And it was all done in a short time and all of us having some jet-lag, plus, perhaps having been emotionally exhausted with my Grandpa’s funeral.

It took me a week to recover, to get back into my routine without missing them. The goodbye was more emotional than I was expecting. We hugged at the bus stop at the corner across from Galeries de Lafayette (shopping mall). I was catching the 2pm bus. I think I cried a little when I saw my Mom’s eyes well up...and then after hugging Kitty and seeing her eyes change with a little glimmer of tears. I stayed strong through my last embraces of everyone. It wasn't until on the bus ride that all my tears fell like a waterfall. I tried to contain myself. But, they were more tears of utter joy for having been able to spend such precious time with each other, since time is really so precious.

Ma mère, aka Mumsy. Photo: Kevin Ma

Tout les sourit.  Photo: Kevin Ma

Which is why I am starting a new routine by not staring my morning off with Instagram. I used to sip my coffee and scroll through Instagram and noticed with the new screen time app and just in general, that I was on there too much, like an hour in the morning and then there were more hours throughout the day. I realized with all those hours, I could finish the door-stopper of a book, Vietnam: A History The First Complete Account of the Vietnam War by Stanley Karnow, and in turn, finish the family memoir I am writing with my Auntie Barbara about our family's escape from Vietnam to America. It was my Grandpa Ma’s mission to flee Communist Vietnam with the whole family, and it really is an extraordinary tale, which needs to be written. I had wanted my Grandpa to see it in print, but I know he’ll be proud either way that we preserved a piece of history not only of our family, but of the world.

Le dernier dîner. 

Anyway, it’s not to say that I don’t like Instagram or against it; it’s just I have many projects to give my time too and while I find the app inspiring and a great way tool of connection and expression, I want to live life more presently. I want to see something beautiful in nature and just appreciate it without thinking of pulling out my phone for a photo or feeling the need to document everything I do. I just want to do the things I do and enjoy them. Who else feels me out there?

I also enjoy writing here at Garden Gallivanter and sharing pictures on this platform that better tell a story with more thought and reflection. Stories can be beautifully told on Instagram too, but I guess I’m just an old-fashioned gal at heart who prefers using word to write and blogpost to blog. If I had it my way, I would have my typewriter (next on my list of what to bring to France next time I’m back in CA) here and typing this all out and snail mailing to subscribers! Ok, maybe that is a little over doing it. Call me old-fashioned, but I am also a 21^st Century woman ;) Until next time, hopefully à trés bientôt! Ciao!

         Ce qui? <333  Photo: Kevin Ma

*photos by Tiffanie Ma, otherwise noted, or by kind strangers.

Août

Yoga in the woods. My favorite stream. 

These last few months have been wonderful and hard and wonderful and have flown by. Overall, I am so proud of myself and how I have adapted to this landscape, this life, this culture. I really feel that I have grown into a better person.

Since being here, I have further cultivated the meditation skills which I began back in San Francisco while visiting my brother Kevin. His partner Steven introduced the “Headspace” app to me and it’s been life changing. It’s been a really useful tool and the Headspace app has really helped guide me through the process. Meditation is really grounding and I find it keeps me calm throughout the day. I am still working on being consistent with it, but I already feel the shift in my thinking. I notice my “mind” more so to speak and I am less judgmental about my thoughts. No more “should be” anythings...I just am and things just are. 

I have strengthened my body, my mind, my garden, my creation skills and quite importantly, my voice. I truly have been the speaker, the protector, the champion for myself, making no excuses going after what I want and need, not living for others but for myself and what I need to be a whole person so that I may have good energy to share. I’ve drawn boundaries, learned to say no, safeguarding my heart, taking responsibility for my circumstances and actions, realizing that I can only do so much and a lot at the same time. 

Of course next to yoga and meditation, gardening is my rock here. This season I have to admit I haven't been as on top of everything as I usually like to be, and there are the weeds which keep coming back and which I haven't made time to pull yet, and then the cucumbers have developed this white mold, but then we have enjoyed some fresh cukes and loads of tomatoes, courgette, aubergine, so I can't complain. My short trips away from the farm this summer have made it more difficult to be on top of watering and the dryness in general this season, well, c'est la vie. However, I will say that I have learned to be more present in the garden with my new meditation skills. Watering and weeding for example have become even more therapeutic and relaxing to me. I found myself in moments really just enjoying the garden for itself, not just because we eat healthy food we grow, not because it's just so satisfying to grow your own food, but just because it feels so good to be in it!

Le jardin, mon amour. 

Les tomates délicieuses. 

Une petite courgette qui pousse. 

J'adore les fleurs des cilantro. 

I’ve picked up a good rhythm here, finding a balance between work and play, making time for yoga, hiking, swimming in Nice and having lunches with friends. I’ve learned to be fully myself wherever I am and not edit anything; that has been so liberating. Because really, at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter where you are, you are already there, your mind is always with you, your heart always with you, your joys and pains and confusions, so learning to live with these all together, slowly piecing things and drafting and redrafting, taking action be it however so small or large, that is what makes the difference, that is life.

Villefranche, my new favorite spot of the Mediterranean. 

Daniel, my wonderful neighbor and friend in Villefranche.

I’ve spent good quality time with my neighbor and friend Daniel. He is so kind. Such a man of heart and genuine spirit. He has a light spirit, curious and fun, like a child. I love that about him. He is very wise, and I can tell he knows himself well and does things that are comfortable for him. He and Sylvaine really know how to enjoy life. They take time to have dinner together al fresco and take time to go swimming in the river with friends like us. Daniel drove our wwoofers and I to Nice on a Wednesday a few weeks ago so I could look for earrings for my cousin's wedding in Montpellier and we all went swimming and had an amazing lunch and there was street music, a soproano sax player...it was so lovely, rosé, fried sea bass, I was in heaven. I really felt genuinely happy just being in the moment floating in the Mediterranean Sea with my friends, such a wonderful life I am so lucky to live and experience. 

Ma belle cousine Linh. Auôt 12, 2017. Photo: Nguyen Van Tri

Linh&Stephane <333, Montpellier

It was so fantastic to be a part of Linh's wedding. She's a distant cousin whom I never knew I had until this past April when Mom, Kev and I met her mom Di Phung who is my mom's cousin. Di Phung explained that she has a daughter in France and when I connected with her a few months ago, she invited me to her wedding! And, Di Phung and I got to meet again. It was lovely. 

My artisanal, cold-process, organic soaps at the market in Guillaumes. 

My Wild Carrot Hydrating Face Creams make their debut!

I am so in love w/ wild carrots...wild carrot flower water and essential oil.

I am also happy with all of the cosmetics I have experimented with too. I've created a Wild Carrot Hydrating Face Cream and a variety of soaps: coffee, sheep milk, calendula. I am pleased that I have sold some at markets and on my etsy page. I mostly love that people appreciate my work and product. Even if I don't sell a lot or this won't continue, I am so grateful for all the knowledge that I have collected and all he wonderful things I have created, all on my own. Not only is it fun and challenging, but I have learned how to harness the healing powers of nature in a respectful and sustainable way to keep myself, my friends, my family, the world, healthy and wildly beautiful. That is powerful and liberating, not to be tired to the commercialism that is so saturated in the cosmetics industry. If I need makeup remover for example, I won't buy the chemical stuff from Lancôme for $30, I'll use coconut oil or sweet almond oil. Pure and real, affordable. 

This Summer has been brimming with dinner parties, date nights, tea parties, a trip to Tortona, Italy to pick up some bee hives...busy, but all in a wonderful way. 

Buckfast bees in Tortona, Italy. 

Buckfast Queen! These bees are less aggressive than black bees. 

Jorris in his element. Tortona, Italy

When in Italy <333 Parmigiano Reggiano

I have cultivated a better sense of independence here, taking the car when I need it and being more firm and demanding about what I need. I feel a new spark in me, and it’s really nice. This Summer, I find myself not as homesick, which is also nice. Nothing to prove to anyone, no real need to be back in CA. I know it’s a choice and not a need. I have the power to choose where I make my life. 

Dolce far niente. Piedmont, Italia Photo: Jorris

Of course, sometimes I get these waves of wanting to go back to CA, to what is familiar there. Like the other night, I really missed my Grandma Ma for some reason and just wanted to be home with her. When I struggle or feel sad here, I think of being there. You always miss the ones you love. 

Dancing amongst the glasses at Linh's wedding. Photo: Nguyen Van Tri

There are so many things I love about living in France, in Europe. It’s beginning to feel more like home. Jorris is beginning to feel more like home too.

*Photos by Tiffanie Ma, unless noted. 

June 13

It’s just after lunch. I steal away for a few minutes to our yurt for a well-earned and necessary self-manicure and to write. I’ve been back at work in the garden, getting the last of the: tomatoes, cabbage, squash, corn, lettuce and carrots into the ground. The soft, flour feel of soil in my hands and that earthy, humus smell is luxurious to experience once again. Of course, as a result of my luxurious activities in the garden, my hands and fingernails begged for my attention. 

Living close to nature means a scrumptious lunch of fresh, organic food!

Sitting on the edge of the windowsill with the window open, my computer on a chair so I can still type comfortably, I relish the warmth of the June sun on my back. A light breeze of fresh mountain air enters, swirling around my face as I take a breath and savor the moment. I’m here again. And everything is the same and different at the same time. 

It’s been a little over two weeks since I’ve been back in the Southern French Alps at Le Rucher Des Gorges de Daluis. Our little bee business is growing with new methods, a makeover, and fresh ideas. I take it slowly, earning my mountain legs again with each step up and down the hills of uneven terrain. My muscles remember though, so this week my legs don’t feel as sore. 

Jorris organized and cleaned spotless Le Miellerie ( the honey room).

Jorris made these shelves outside the Atelier to organize bee materials.

Picturesque: Wild flowers such as these coquelicots (poppies) color the land.

Surrounded by the eternal beauty of this land, this sky, these same particular wild flowers sprinkling colors of the rainbow all around, I bask in the realization that I get to be here again, in Villetale Haute, for another season of: beekeeping, gardening, cooking, adventuring and creating. 

Jorris and I are reunited after 4 months of being apart! It’s been a burst of joy, every meal together, every drive to the apiaries, every time he brings me coffee as I water the garden in the morning.  I haven’t been writing for a while. It’s been a long lull of writer's block between enormous waves of joy and sadness since I’ve last written here. My apologies for being away for so long.

Mon Amour et Moi, reunited.

In short, Jorris and I had a remarkable wwoofing journey in CA. We experienced the lives of several wonderful homesteaders and traveled almost to Oregon but had to turn back to be with my Auntie Jane during her last days. We are a close family and losing her has been tremendously painful. But I don’t feel like I’ve lost her. She is here with me, with us, and is ever more present in my life. She fought cancer for 3 years, against all odds, against all fear, against all darkness. She was the light and still is. 

My beautiful Auntie Jane & I on Mother's Day 2015.

After her passing, Jorris returned to Villetale to prepare for another season. I stayed back in L.A. to be with my family and to figure out my next move. I had found myself in a cloud of uncertainty and sadness. Jorris and I had been faced with the question of where to make a life for a while now. And, being an international couple, with visas to worry about, our time together has always been limited, with a pause lingering in the near future horizon, whether in France or California. Living in France seasonally is one thing, but living there, making a home and life there, away from my friends and family, that was a whole other beast, one I was not ready nor sure how to tackle. Jorris remains patient through my whims and waves of hypothetical questions, euphoric moments when seeds sprout, and all the rest in between. 

Since the timing of things happened that I was still in CA and my brother had some vacation time off, he and my mom and I decided to pack our bags and go to Asia! We went to Vietnam and Thailand.  It was a short but sweet trip together.

Outside Mom's old home in Da Nang, Vietnam. 

Original intricate bricks my Grandpa Lee picked out.
photo by: Kevin Ma

While in Asia, I gave myself time to discover a new land, people, and some of my Vietnamese roots. We got a chance to see the house where my mom grew up in Da Nang. Even the old intricate brick remains, which my Grandpa Lee picked out, according to mom when we walked through her old home which is now a Red Cross Center. It was spectacular to meet some distant relatives, cousins of my mom. Their kindness and hospitality were delightful. 

During this trip, I also gave myself time to reflect on whether or not life in the countryside of southern France, far from my family, is really for me. I thought, I’ll have an answer when I return to California. Even having returned to L.A., I found myself always thinking about France, though having my reservations about it at the same time. This aching in my heart wouldn’t cease no matter how much yoga I did or other busy stuff. My mind kept wandering and wondering about how things were going in Villetale Haute, and I had found it hard to live in the present moment. So I decided to listen to that aching and return to Villetale Haute and to Jorris. 

We can wonder and make pro/con charts and imagine how something could be, over and over, or we can actually live it, experience it, and see. Only then I think can we know or come close to knowing how we really feel about something. Putting a pause on life to figure things out first, to avoid making mistakes or the possibility of feeling pain, I have discovered is fruitless. 

I feel so much happier being here, rather than wondering about it in California. I feel much more mindful and present, more engaged with people and my environment, back to doing the things I enjoy and believe in. Even though Jorris and I don’t have all the answers, at least we are living life, working, sometimes whining, many times laughing, quite blissfully. 

It seems that the “figuring out” of life is in the living it, moment to moment. Even if those moments aren’t always happy, at least by living them presently and gracefully, we keep moving forward in the best way we know how with what we have, how we feel, and where we are.





*Photos by Tiffanie Ma unless otherwise noted.

Happy 4th Birthday Garden Gallivanter!!!!

We are mid-November and only today did it feel anything like Fall. It actually rained! And, it was cloudy, and you needed a jacket or sweater. It was divine. It sure hasn’t felt like this. The last few months had been nothing but scorching 80-90 F weather.  And with Christmas music already playing on the radio and X-mas trees and decor pouring into stores, it feels like everyone is rushing past Thanksgiving, as usual, and the weather last week had me feeling like it was Christmas in Summer?! I prefer Tim Burton's mix of Christmas and Halloween, at least during Halloween, it's cooler, well, supposedly. 

It's hard to stay connected to the natural rhythms of the earth when you live in Southern CA where it's almost always 70 F and sunny. Ok, so I can't complain. It's really gorgeous and many across the country and world would die to wear slippers and a tank top in November. But, not having real seasons can throw a girl off, especially a farm girl in the city.

But no more complaining, this week it’s going be Thanksgiving! My favorite holiday, not only because it’s my birthday a day before, after or sometimes when I’m lucky, on Thanksgiving, but also because, it is a day that reminds us to be grateful, to be thankful. I am so thankful for all the food I helped grow and cook from the garden to our table this past season! We expanded the garden up the hill and grew corn and lots of squash and beans and potatoes, lots of potatoes this year. 

In April, Philippe helped me prepare the lower garden for planting.

I love how every year you can start on a blank canvas. 

                                        

Jorris took time to help us build a tunnel-greenhouse for the tomatoes. 

I planted 60 or so tomatoes plants.

Growing tomatoes: cherry and coeur de beouf (beef heart)

By June/July, a tall and wild jungle of tomatoes.

Most our seedlings we got from our friends Evelyn and Sophie, and some other local seedling producers. They were so helpful in helping me select plants such as tomatoes which do well in mountain climates. I wish I had a picture of them. I may have one and if/when I find it, I'll share. They are the two kindest women I've met here and work incredibly hard growing seedlings for people to buy at the farmers' markets. In some ways, they are always with gardeners because their product continues to grow in people's backyards, beautifying and nurturing their homes and health.  

I planted these happy lettuce as babies and we had fresh lettuce to eat!

Jorris liked to wander and weed the garden from time to time. 

Cukes growing up a trellis, shading lettuce. 

Philippe taught me many little tricks here and there. Like this one shown above. We built this little trellis so that the les concombres (cukes) had something to grow on and when cukes appeared, they would hang, so we could see them. This way they were also protected from critters below who would munch on them if they were on the ground. And, the lettuce would have some shade. French companion planting at its finest!

Started from scratch in the upper garden. 

A few months later!!

Another trick Philippe taught me was to cover young seedlings with crates. This protected them from extreme weather and critters. I suppose Philippe's favorite vegetable is le courge, squash, or more botanically, the cucurbitaceae family. We planted tons of spaghetti squash and potimarron and les courgettes, which everyone eats here, like Americans eat apples. 

Squash is one of those veggies that just surprise you and hit you with that "wow!!" every time. They start off small and you check on them hoping they are bigger and then when you ignore them BOOM!  There is suddenly a huge le courge ready for harvest. 

Newly planted baby les courgettes and les courses.

Just weeks later...boom!

Corn and Squash growing happily together, the beans were also near by.

Beans in the foreground, squash and corn. 3 sisters!

Calendula flowers which I made Calendula oil with. 

Strawberries growing wild and we re-planted them.

Lots and lots of juicy strawberries!! 

Of course, I couldn’t have done so without these two. I’m so thankful to have shared another season of hard work on this bee farm in Southern France with the two hardest working men I have ever known. Philippe has been my teacher and Garden Wizard, cleaning a small part of forest growth so we could expand the garden above, and doing some hard earth cultivating in the garden below, helping me prepare the soil for planting.

The 3 Mountaineers of Villetale Haute, on Jorris and Philippe's bday in May.

We are a team that can do anything. They are two people who have taught me so much about nature, about life; they opened the door to another world for me and I see the world from a higher perspective and understanding because of all the people we have come across who have visited Villetale Haute. 

I am so thankful I had the honor of throwing them a birthday party this past May at the farm house where I cooked Deviled Eggs with creme fraiche, Guacamole (avocados from Pedro’s home country of Guatemala and his recipe he shared), vegetarian lasagna with garden veggies and last but certainly Jorris’ favorite, pumpkin pie I had frozen from un potimarron (little French sweet pumpkin) when I had first arrived the month prior. It was a feast, oh and did I mention the amazing company and wine, lots of wine…and champagne, and candle light, and how we talked and dined until midnight…or maybe it was even later...

Setting up the party: freshly picked wildflowers, candles.

Introduced Deviled Eggs with a French twist of creme fraiche to our guests.

It was a beautiful evening. 

It Jorris’ Big 30th birthday on May 27th, and Philippe, well, with his strength, spirit and heart, we could say he turned 30 again. Their birthdays are a week a part so we had joint birthday party. We had our closest neighbors and friends over. And everyone loved the food, so I was thrilled! And we all had a marvelous evening. Jorris was happy and so was Philippe. I was too, of course, luckily everything turned out well and our neighbors and friends Daniel and Sylvaine allowed me to use their big oven to cook the vegetarian lasagna in!

For Philippe's Bday, homemade chocolate brownies, card and wild flowers. 

Cooking the veggie lasagna at Daniel and Syvaine's house. 

Garden fresh salad along and veggie lasagne. 

Our neighbors, friends and guests of the party. 

Sometimes when it gets to be too "city-ish" here, and with only 1 day left until Jorris arrives for the Holidays and our next adventure, I get giddy and look back on pictures of this season, coming to a close with our bees moved to the coast where they will hibernate over the Winter while we take a break. 

We somehow managed to build 2 yurts with the help of the one and only Pedro, while juggling the bee business, garden, hosting wwoofers and building upon a new natural beauty line.

For the past 2 months, Jorris and I have been talking on the phone mostly every day. We finally skyped a few weeks ago when he got a new computer because his old one was damaged from a leak in the yurt. Seeing him after not seeing him for a while made him seem more real, that this story, our story is still alive, despite being an Ocean apart. He looks the same, handsome with a bohemian twist. His hair looks longer and more wild, his beard as well. I love scrolling through pictures of our times in Provence...."working"....we really did work, these pictures captures the moments before or after our work!

Jorris during at one of our date nights.

Provence.....

Not a bad place to be stuck when your car breaks down....

Jorris the chef on our lunch break after working with bees in Provence.

Our camping bed during the few days we would work in Provence.

Le Lac de St. Croix, where we went swimming. 

The sunflowers we stopped to smell on the road to Provence. 

This is heaven.

Time really does fly, more like free falls. This time last year I was still in the French Alps and it was getting cold. I remember the trees were stunningly on fire with leaves of reds, oranges and yellows. You could feel the cold creep up in the air and everything just slowed down a bit. The bees were moved to the coast, the season coming to an end. Fall is a favorite time for farmers I’ve discovered. We can take a moment to breathe, to reflect, to be more present with our loved ones, friends and family. And while I am not with my French friends, I still think and remember them often, and the beautiful Summer we had.

I’ve been keeping myself busy but when I get lonely I like looking back on our accomplishments of the season. These are some of my favorite memories which I am so thankful for…and without which I would not be my 28 year old self in 6 days and without which my blog, my baby, wouldn’t be its 4 year old self today.   

Like those trips to the coast we would make...all the beauty I witnessed. 

Staying at Jean Claude's in St. Raphael where Pablo Picasso painted!!

Philippe spots a fox in L'Esterel!

L'esterel is a most magnificent natural park right on to coast. Home to foxes, bees and les sangliers!! Philippe and I were so honored to witness them so closely when we went to harvest rosemary to make rosemary essential oil one Sunday afternoon in May.

Pat follows us to a market in Puget.

Where cute little bunnies are sold as food! :(

And speaking of food, I can't forget to be thankful for all the amazing food I made in the grand company of our many wwoofers.

Ysé and Arnaud with Kan in the back of the J9. 

Just one of Ysé's amazing dishes; this one is very Provencal!

Bread from Cedric and Stephanie!

Just one of many date lunches w/Jorris. Pate avec ceps!

Our fabulous wwoofer Isabelle taught me how to make an Apricot tart!

Tarte d'abricot! Apricot tarte with almond flour crust and lavender flowers.

I love those moments of breathtaking beauty that imprint in my mind, forever.

Just another day in Villetale Haute.

My beeswax candle I made!

Jorris and I in Roua where some of our hives were.

When we hiked to a little church w/Katie, our wonderful wwoofer from Canada.

Daluis

Just glorious views all the time. 

I'll never forget when my beautiful friend Kat came to visit me all the way from LA. We met about 4 years ago at Garden School Foundation where we were interns. This Portland transplant is the one of the most sweetest and most beautiful people I am so lucky to know. And we had a blast!

Kat's first evening in Provence, straight from the airport to the lavender fields! 

Kat is the kind of person who just inspires you to do anything! To live BIG, love BIG, and never fear! She inspired me to make a little video of the glorious drive through the Gorges de Daluis, which was our main "freeway". I wish the quality were better, but this is just a sketch of the gloriousness of this drive.

One afternoon we went swimming down in the Gorge in the Var river!

Isn't she just divine?

Ok, so you are probably wondering why we ate so much pizza in France, but that is because we lived right next to Italy in the south east of France, and so found pizza just as delicious as in Italy.

Pizza at the best pizza place in the world, the Guillaumes campsite.

Pizza and beer after swimming on a Saturday=perfect. 

Philippe joined Kat and I after distilling Lavender oil. 

Philippe, while a little macho some times, respects and believes in the power of women. I've always known this, but this instance really celebrated this quality of his. One day the Laguna got stuck on the side of the road going up to the farm house. And we couldn't get it back on the road. So Philippe asked Kat and I to wake up at 6am to help tow it off the side. It took 3 people, 2 quatre-quatre four wheel drive trucks and some rope. I drove the blue truck, Philippe the white, and Kat was in the Laguna, to steer.

Making our own tow. 

Kat ready to go. 

The laguna fallen to the side of the road and stuck. Kat steers.

With a few revs of the engine, the brake-release trick, a touch of the clutch, then full gas, and 2 tries later, we did it!! Philippe never gave up on us. It all sort of happened all at once and fast, so my writing skills aren't really capturing the fullness of it. But, just know we used lots of horse power to pull this car back onto the road and it took the right timing between the two trucks to pull. It was so exhilarating! Kat was such a trooper. She woke up early and even with the car, literally tilted to the side, she still got in like my great, one-and-only, friend Kat would.

Although last Fall while I was not used to wearing jackets and layers during November back in southern CA, it was a different story in the southern French Alps. A story I still couldn’t put down then. And one I still don’t want to end now.

So I’ll keep writing it, living it. We’ll keep writing it together, Jorris and I. What’s the next chapter you wonder? We’re on the road again, WWOOFing this time through California, discovering the possibilities of a countryside life here. And as someone once said, “when you don’t know what to expect, anything is possible.”

Cheers to all my readers near and far. I am so thankful to have this virtual space to write and share my stories with you. Thank you for all your support and inspiration. I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving!!

Cheers to all my readers!!

Always Your Garden Gallivanter, Chef, Beekeeper,

Tiffanie

*Photos by Tiffanie Ma otherwise stated.