Flurry on the Lavender Fields, ©John O’Grady
8″ x 10″ x 0.75″, oil on canvas, ready to hang.
I was driving home the other day when to my surprise, the first snowflakes of the year pirouetted down to disappear as quickly as they came.
Meanwhile, high on the mighty Mont Ventoux, a white thin layer coated its summit.
On seeing these flurries, I remembered a drive through the mountains around Ferrassières one moonlit night. The white snowflakes, lantern-like, were standing out against the darkness.
This is lavender country and in summer, the whole area is blanketed with blue-purple flowers.
On this quiet December night, the lavender had long been harvested and the cushion-shaped plants looked as if they were cosy tucked under the snow shroud.
The pale blue moonlight lingers in my memory. It transformed the mountains in sculptures glowing in the night sky.
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