Fool for France

nordic-bliss-liebster-awardIsn’t that nice? Gill at Blog-sur-Aude ( has nominated — given, really — me a Liebster Award.

So what is the saying? Was it “Never look a gift horse in the mouth?” “Always look a gift horse in the mouth?” I forget. I looked. Isn’t that just like me?

It’s kind of a chain letter thing with no official recognition, varying rules and, frankly, a whole lot of work if you want to participate. I think I was asked to answer some questions and then nominate a bunch more tiny-readership blogs.

Ugh, all due respect, but I’m going to say thank you very much, then move on.

That said, there are a lot of pretty good small blogs out there. In the list at the right you will find the ones that I find time to read. In addition to Blog-sur-Aude, written by a fellow sufferer through French home renovation, I especially enjoy the blogs of the Curtises ( and, a couple in the south of France who raise grass-fed beef and four children. Also Roger Stowell, a neighbor who is a terrific food and landscape photographer ( who on his best days, takes the idea of food porn to a whole new level.

So, read on. The world is an interesting place. There are plenty of us who enjoy telling you about our little corner of it.

3 Replies to “I’ve been Liebstered!”

    1. Oh, all right. Let’s see if I can toggle between the questions and this app. Pen and paper are so over for me.

      The best thing about blogging for me is that it keeps me in touch with people. Maybe a close second is that it is cathartic. Once I write about something, I don’t think about it much any more.

      No, I never read my old posts. No way!

      If money were no object, I would have a huge apartment near the Luxembourg gardens, with an enormous roof terrace.

      I could read Shakespeare’s sonnets over and over. Fortunately for me, there’s an app for that. TouchPress has one, with the texts and with actors reading them to me. I use it all the time.

      The best advice I ever got was “Don’t buy the house!” No, I did not follow that advice.

      My favorite subject at school was reading. Once I learned to read I kind of lost interest in school.

      My best friend is Jacques Frost.

      My best gift was when the universe gave me my life with Robert.

      Coast, not country.

      Now, not later.


      1. Great answers
        (Like the sound of the huge apartment with enormous roof terrace).

        When we bought our French house, a number of people thought we were mad, I hope that I am not about to concede that they are right.
        BIG discussions to be had this weekend


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