The Bugle Sounds

It's 5 o'clock in the morning and my heart is racing. With flashlight in hand, the hunt is on. There's a quiet stillness in the air that one expects when most of the world is sleeping and yet seeping through the fog, a tempo begins to build. Anticipation is in the air.  Treasures begin to reveal themselves and an imaginary bugle sounds. It's brocante day in the south of France.

Propped perfectly on its side in all its glory, a scalloped zinc window waiting to be plucked.

To market, to market, to find a great home.

And home you shall go to be adorned with a French mattress, embroidered linens and armloads of lace trimmed pillows. There I shall lie in wait to hear the sound of the next bugle.

Salut!

Lynn

Call of the Hunt

A hunter is defined as one who seeks or searches for something. A passionate hunter is one who seeks or searches for something in a compelled manner and with intense emotion.  A passionate hunter is who I am.  It is what defines me. Well, that and a love affair with France.

Sitting in front of a side door in a village in the South of France, this beauty waits patiently for me.

Fruits of my labor.

Treasures found.

The journal of a hunter begins.

Salut!

Lynn