The stars shimmer like spilled handfuls of glitter. The day is beginning Returning to their home after an extended absence Carol and her
to rise with a faint mist. As I turn my head, ghostly halos, auras of light,
appear and disappear ... The silence is truly awesome. Not a bird, not a whisper of wind, not a breath of life. Only the two of us, a most implausible pair, standing shoulder to shoulder gazing upon an awakening heaven
husband Michel are looking forward to summer together on the farm. A
shocking blow leaves Carol alone and the future is uncertain. Feeling isolated and with no olives to harvest, Carol ventures beyond the farm to explore other aspects of Provencal life - from hunting to bee-keeping, the ancient language to the ever-present demands of family and friends. And ultimately, Provence's generous diversity - and Carol's own persistence in sharing it with those she loves - paves a path to joy.