allegre
Monday, February 02, 2009
A condemned door in the town of Visan. Over the bar, the train of life continues and a splash of sunshine reveals itself in the fruit along the vine. Comment on this photo, here.
A is for Allègre, the perfect word for my painterly friend. Read about Tessa in today's story column.
In music: Songs in French for Children
allègre (alegr) adjective
: jolly, cheerful, light-hearted; lively, merry
avoir le coeur allègre = to be light-hearted
marcher d'un pas allègre = to walk briskly, lightly
marcher d'un pas allègre = to walk briskly, lightly
La musique nous aide à construire nos vies spirituelles, nous apaise, nous console, nous redonne de la joie, nous rend allègre, nous fait danser, chanter. Music helps us to construct spiritual lives, calms us, consoles us, gives us back our joy, renders us cheerful, makes us danse, sing. --Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt
Audio File: hear how the French word "allègre" is pronounced, listen to examples:Download Allegre Download Allegre
A so-called southerly wind is steering through our town of Sainte Cécile, causing the rain in its path to spray hither and thither.
From a second-story window now blurry with raindrops, I can barely see three sets of tracks, two dainty, one, dog-pawed, that lead out to the truffle orchard two fields away. How quickly our traces fade!--like laughter in a memory bank of bygone days.
Tess left last night, 24 hours after she'd appeared, with flowers for the front porch, paint brushes in her bag, and poetry knowetry up her sleeve like a trick and a treat.
Tess, left, teaching Max to paint.
Lightness and laughter now mine, it is time--
to further put aside seriousness and, instead,
relax a bit, sit back a bit, and share this friend of mine....
(Introducing Tess, whom I have written about twice* before, and who will now pick up the "pen", in time to recount our weekend replete with hunters, still life, and good times galore...)
"Bliss Holds Us" by Tessa Nelson
Kristi turned to me and smiled, "Why don't you write my post for me?"
"What, write your post!" I said. "I couldn't possibly do that. I wouldn't know where to begin!" A flash of fear rushed through my veins, this woman whose writing I admire so much, has just offered me carte blanche on her blog. So who am I to refuse, it would be callous and arrogant of me not to accept such a
generous offer.
I am sitting on the sofa, with the comfy sound of the fire, lazy and as relaxed as I am. Braise, the dog, is gazing out of the huge French windows that take my eyes across the grass, and the stream, the little bridge that leads me through the skeleton of winter vines. It's odd, but I can almost feel their pulse: the surge of lime green leaves waiting to push through to see the sun, but they must wait for a few months to come. Meandering, I reach the trees, the place the hunters hide in wait for their prey, and then I look up toward the sky. Mount Ventoux reaches through the clouds, and there my eyes rest, and I feel so glad that I am here.
I arrived here at lunch time yesterday. Since, we have walked and talked, and walked and talked and eaten. But the most precious moments, have been the times we have all sat together painting around the kitchen table. Jackie, Max, Kristi and I painting still lifes and imaginary paintings. Calm and serenity pervade, and a feeling of bliss holds us. I am indeed a privileged being.
Comments, corrections--and stories of your own--always welcome, in the comments box. Thanks!
You may remember reading about Tess in past issues of this word journal:
1. http://french-word-a-day.typepad.com/motdujour/2006/01/frotter.html
2. http://french-word-a-day.typepad.com/motdujour/2007/07/oeuvre.html
Tessa's Chef, Art, Food and Daily Life journal:
http://www.painters-poets-and-puddin.typepad.com
The three orange husks, on the right, are "amour-en-cage". Remember the "love in a cage" story?
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In Film: The 400 Blows - Criterion Collection
http://amazon.com/o/asin/B000E5LEV0/mdj-20
Diary of a Country Priest - Criterion Collection
French food:
Grey Sea Salt/Sel Gris From Guerande, Brittany France
LU Herbes De Provence Flatbread Crackers
The kids and I learned to paint this weekend, can you tell whose is whose? (That's a puzzle from my friend, Alicia, beneath the art.)
I'll try to post a photo of my daughter, next time (she wasn't in the mood for pictures!)
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Thank you, Tessa, for a beautiful post! I sneaked a peek at your blog -- your plan sounds terrific. How blessed you are to have such an abundance of talent!
Posted by: Diane | Monday, February 02, 2009 at 04:20 PM
Tessa possède tous les talents: à celui de la peinture et de la nourriture qu'elle sait cuisiner divinement, elle ajoute celui de l'écriture. J'ai suivi avec elle son regard s'égarant par paliers jusqu'à l'horizon, dominé par la masse imposante du Mont ventoux et son évocation des forces de la vie, qui font faire bientôt percer bourgeons et éclater feuilles tendres, quand le printemps viendra.
Posted by: Réal | Monday, February 02, 2009 at 05:21 PM
What a joyous adventure you two were on!
My friend Diane and I did the very same thing a couple of weeks ago. (I think that may be here post there because I sent her this link a short while ago!)
Just like you two, we talked and walked and ate at two wonderful restaurants here in South Florida ~ DaDa's and The Cuban Cafe.
It's important to remember always, and in each day, to take some time for play. It's imperative for the soul's well-being.
Glad you did that for yourself!
Read this post of mine if you ever need a little encouragement to get out there and play a bit!
http://pugsnewsfromthebeach.com/2008/10/16/feeling-cranky-read-this-then-schedule-some-play-time.aspx
Diana Taylor
Top Dog
Pug At The Beach
Latitude: N 26 27 39
Longitude: W 80 4 23
Join the adventure:
www.PugsNewsFromTheBeach.com
Posted by: Pug At The Beach | Monday, February 02, 2009 at 11:05 PM
I want to say the word with a spanish accent Alegria - courtesy a french canadian cirque - http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/Videos/SimpleVideo.htm?guid=ADBD8E0436DB4BD5AC755A8B051C3479
Posted by: Tammy | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 12:13 AM
Wonderful today! Art is art. Writing, painting, music making. You are all gifted. Loved the poetry knowetry phrase. But most of all, I felt a sort of homesickness when you mentioned that you could see Le Mont Ventoux. We can see it from our window in a very favorite place in Venasque. Unfortunately, we are not there. We are in deep snow and more on the way just south of Lake Michigan. Thank you, Kristi, for FWAD. It's always a bright spot for a francophile! Susie
Posted by: Susie | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 12:34 AM
Tessa, merci for the pictures that you conveyed through your words today!
Kristi, another great photo! The vines popped out at me in the shape of a heart - perfect for your discussions about your friendships of late.
Your children's talent shines through their paintings. Thanks to them for sharing.
Posted by: Leah | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 07:11 AM
Kristin, Thank you for sharing your special friend Tess with us,your faithful francophile readers. Enjoyed her writing very much. Always look forward to your post, it brightens my days. I live in Indiana & am in process of making my Victorian house as FRENCH as possible. Take care, God Bless, and keep up the Great Writing! We love you!
Vickie
Posted by: Vickie | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 02:10 PM
My first visit here. I thought you write very well for a French (not that they don't, but you know what I mean, and you can say the same thing about me!) Being a foreigner living in America, I totally understand your situation - kids teaching you the language, etc.
Anyway, I've always been in love with France, I don't know why...perhaps it is the language. I married someone from Cambodia; he studied French since he was a kid and finished his high school in Grenoble. We have visited family in Paris several times, but I always wish I had more time to visit places like Provence and Biarritz. Some day...
Posted by: E. Thai | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 02:20 PM
In, viewing the first photo at the top I see and feel an alive bleeding heart, a "hug-circle" clinging to its expression of love with a tenuous yet tenacious link on its right side; and unless colorblind my eyes found the seemingly ubiquitous rouge-bleu.
Hier chez nous le temps nous a donne un jour avec le goute et l'odeur de printemps. Helas! Aujourd'hui il encore neige! -- de matin a minuit.
Perhaps being last, or close to it, in wanting to give you thanks and encouragement, comfort is felt in remembering "He who is last...."
Affectueusement
Posted by: Fred Caswell | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 11:27 PM
Nous sommes tous doues!
I mean to say that we all are gifted by god
We cook, we paint, we write, we dance, we fish with reel and rod
To sit and play with colors and brush
is a gift all souls should savor
What ever you make has no mistake
And is fashioned with your unique flavor
It was a joy to read this today.
Posted by: Jan Hersh | Wednesday, February 04, 2009 at 08:03 AM
Hi Tess,
Thanks for the interesting report of a blissful w/end. You seem to have enjoyed a wonderful 'change of surrounding', doing a lot of chatting and walking with a good old friend, taking time to relax and having such a peaceful time.
So great to get everyone absorbed in creative activities, sharing and passing on -around the kitchen table- the joy of your favourite one -> painting.
Thanks for sharing with us the feeling of bliss (a rare treasure, these days!)
Posted by: Newforest24 | Wednesday, February 04, 2009 at 07:47 PM
Hi Kristin,
-----> About 'allègre'
The word itself is lively and bouncy, full of joy and dynamism.
Although I can only see the cheerful Tessa 'sitting' at the table, I can imagine her talking and walking 'allégrement' (I love the adverb too and it seems to go very well with these 2 activities).
“Allègre” reminds me of the wonderful Italian tempo markings: Allegro, Allegro vivace, Allegretto, Allegretto grazioso.
and this makes me dream about the Spring Allegro (Vivaldi's four seasons)
-----> About the photo at the top of the newsletter
Congratulations for the well spotted ornemental screening!
The faded 'couleur lie-de-vin' of the 'condemned' door is very appealing. I looked for a description/illustration of that colour, and this is the best I could find:
-> See middle row on the right (the colour of the blob is deeper than the colour of the 'condemned' door)
http://lisson.over-blog.com/article-18907064.html Dimanche 20 avril 2008
In the middle of the photo is your gift to us, taking the shape of ...a heart? Or is it a super necklace? Mille mercis!
The door no longer fulfills its function as a door, but has it really been 'condemned'? Yes and no (condemned for the humans, but open to nature). Thanks to a strip of wood fixed across it and a few U-shaped nails (and fine blue strings) supporting a trailing vine, the old door is happily going through its 'second life'. It has become a colourful screen, helping a trailing vine (passiflora coerula, I think) to grow beyond the yellow wall. Fantastic!
The fruit, like big oval pearls, need time and sunshine to get ripe and transform their greeny yellow into a soft yellowy orange colour.
What a treat! It must also be gorgeous to look at when the 'fleurs de la passion' are at their peak!
Posted by: Newforest24 | Wednesday, February 04, 2009 at 08:53 PM
My Darling Newforest -
YOU ARE THE GREATEST !!!
XOXO
JULES
Posted by: Jules Greer | Thursday, February 05, 2009 at 02:08 AM
Kristin--Poetry-knowetry; trick or treat--I love it! I also love the artwork. I'm glad you included the "palette"--mine is often more interesting than my art!!! merci, eve
Posted by: Eve Robillard | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 10:33 PM
Hi! I was wondering, what fruit is that? I saw the same vine at mont st michel; and I had no idea what it was.
Felicia
Posted by: Felicia | Wednesday, February 11, 2009 at 04:00 AM