I count my blessings. My children. My time here in France doing what I love ...hunting. Hunting for antiques.
Watching sunrises and sunsets over hilltop villages. Wandering through alleys where views and history beg you to whisper in awe one moment and listen for the trumpets sounding in the next.
Blessings where my friends at home sent me off with their best wishes and toast to my success. I miss you.
Blessed. How sweet the sound.