Bonjour.
This week we visit the Dordogne River Valley in France during the Middle Ages. The rain is gently falling as the fat goose family crosses the boulevard.
The Viking raiders crossed through here in 976 A.D.. They left behind an uninviting tango of castle ruins and limestone rock roofs, flat in the sunlight.
Helene was on her way to the country market to pick up ripe strawberries, walnuts, and truffles. The foi gras would be fresh and just right for the early Autumn picnic. A goose would be roasted to perfection along with noodles and early asparagus. Her beaux, Michael, would join the family.
It was in Carcassonne, France in the 13th Century that Charlamagne laid seize here. It was the custom for swords to be placed in slots at the end of the wooden tables. Tankards of ale and breads straight from the ovens would compete with the raucous conversations from his men.
Michael was a stonemason and was highly prized for his careful work. He had learned most from his father and from his grandfather before him. He had lost a finger in a boating accident, but it did not hinder his proficient eye. His precision was legendary.
Helene had auburn hair and rosy cheeks. She was as tiny as a bird and her spirit seemed almost airy. Her delicate features were always protected with a sunbonnet as she almost never was out in the high afternoon sun. She and Michael were soon to be engaged with a wedding planned for the following Summer.
It was nearing six in the evening. The bell tower had just rung six bells. Across the town square shoppers were bustling about. Most wanted to arrive home to finish preparations for the evening meal. Helene’s family had the meal prepared and ready for their short trip to the edge of the forest where they would enjoy picnic.
They gathered together for the short walk over cobblestone lanes. It was an auspicious time for love as Helene and Michael’s happiness gave their families such promise of rosy futures for them all. The chateau of the last noble lord sat high above the town giving a picturesque sight above. Helene wore a sarsenet blue silk dress with a yellow sash. Michael had a fresh white rose in his lapel. Some of the younger children began skipping as they saw the picnic area coming into view.
The white tablecloths were placed on the tables, candles were lighted and the food arranged. There were slices of ham and chicken and the goose with noddles. There were cooked eggs, various greens and fruits. Desserts included strawberry tarts and chocolate mousse. The picnic area looked over the Dordogne River so the entire scene was remarkable. Small boats and canoes made their way down stream even as the sun would begin its nightly descent. The sun tickled the water as it slowly descended.
The family might take canoe rides after their meal, but first they knelt to pray. There was so much to be thankful for this evening. Helene’s father led them in prayer and the forest replied with quiet resolve. The hawks were about as were the nightingales. Crickets chimed in. The wind picked up a bit and could be seen rustling the forest trees. It was an October evening of great family joy. They had one another for company and the forest for merriments.