Fun in the sun–that’s the big draw for this desert oasis, particularly in late fall. As the year winds down, here in Palm Springs, the party-o-meter revs up. Snowbirds flock in from northern climes to soak up the rays while pursuing their special joie de vivre. They whack dimpled white balls around emerald courses and smack fuzzy yellow ones across concrete courts. They hike the hills and bike the flats. They lounge by the pool and marvel at the windmills. They wave at parading floats and sip margaritas on toasty terraces. Birders, of course, bird pretty much everywhere. And these sun-seekers do all this—under azure skies, that rarely host a dark cloud.
During our stay, Ralph and I have followed the same routine. Though we did duck into the fabulous Palm Springs Art Museum once, most of the time, we made the most of the great outdoors. Come, follow in our footsteps—you won’t even need sunscreen!
We’re heading home to Saint-Rémy in a few days, so the December post will shine the spotlight back on la belle in France. For sure, we’ll need to bundle up to handle the dipping temperatures. But winter in Provence also means snuggling in front of a blazing fire. Perhaps with a vin chaud in hand?
Stay safe and well.
PS The Birdwatcher’s Wife is out in paperback and Kindle through Amazon and book stores. The perfect prezzie for a Francophile friend, a birder–expert or budding–or a bucket list quest enthusiast, perhaps? If you get a chance to take a peek, I hope you enjoy it—thoroughly!
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I certainly enjoyed your Postcards from Palm Springs, and even more my two visits with you at Sunnylands. Today I left a phone message just to say Bon Voyage back to France. Katherine
On Fri, Nov 26, 2021 at 6:38 PM Gayle Smith Padgett wrote:
> gaylesmithpadgett posted: ” SURPRISE–it’s an American White PELICAN party > at a Palm Springs golf course pond! Fun in the sun–that’s the big draw for > this desert oasis, particularly in late fall. As the year winds down, here > in Palm Springs, the party-o-meter revs up. Sno” >