THE LOST GARDENS: by Jean-Marc and Kristi Espinasse
In August of 2017 my family and I said adieu to our heavenly domain by the sea. Here, beside the famous Bandol appellation, my husband, Jean-Marc, had planted his vineyard from scratch, and here is where I fell in love with a wild permaculture garden. In the midst of clearing and planting, we settled into the 19-century mas at the edge of a centuries-old olive grove. But this is not a book about renovating a French farmhouse. Our story is nothing like the Hollywood hit: 'A Good Year.'
It was one hell of a decade. Between hailstorms and compost heists and in the midst of my sobriety and my husband's pursuit of wine, we survived the first vineyard (2007-2012) only to have our spirits pelted and our dreams stolen at the second domain (2012-2017). For ten years our lives were dictated by wine, the weather, and unbridled passion. Now, after an emotional move and a loss that almost broke us, we are ready to tell our story, picking up the pieces chapter by chapter, as we write about the vineyards that crushed us and the love misplaced, somewhere among the vines.
Excerpt from The Lost Gardens:
A creak at the door woke me from my trance. There was my husband of 22 years. The Frenchman who, letter by steamy love letter, wooed me back to his country. The father of my children. The man whose every inspiration I had followed, no matter where it led us. (Except for the time he wanted to move to Healdsburg, California, in search of American grapes. No! I put my foot down then. France was my home now, even if we were about to uproot once again.)
Watching Jean-Marc approach, I set aside the towel I had been folding: the cloth was stiff and bristly from drying on the clothesline (our dryer broke down at our previous vineyard--at which point it seemed like a good time to practice the French art of hanging the laundry: oh, the romantic illusions we create in order to withstand unconventional living.)
My husband studied me for a few moments, his hazel eyes soft and tender before he said those unforgettable words:
"I will understand if you want to leave me."
Please Note: this is a book-in-progress. Follow along as we write it.
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