purelyfrance

When Robert Browning penned his poem ‘Oh to be in England now that April is there……..he must surely have been traversing Burgundy. 

A poem incidentally even us Kiwis learnt at school. Those were in the days of the ‘mother country’!

April has brought us cloudless blue skies, warm sunshine, bursts of colour from mauve wisteria, soft pink cherry blossoms and acres of bright yellow rape seed flowers.

Well that was yesterday, today it is raining. But for sure le jardin is lapping it up. A pity the weeds probably are too.

I think this April through June period is my favourite time of year. Spring very quickly pushes l’hiver into the background. The twitter of the birds are a delight to wake up to; the air is fresh when I bike the bread run in the mornings and the aromas of the boulangerie seem more doughie and crusty than ever!

Out in the streets there is more activity. Cafés and resaurants are re-painting their shop fronts; tables are going out on the footpaths; the farmers markets are expanding; summer fashions are in the shop windows. A time to enjoy.

And joy too for us accommodation hosts. We get to see guests again - yah!

For the past two or three weeks our guests have been entetained by another symbol of Spring. A little red squirrel, has been darting around in our courtyard, racing up the chestnut trees and scampering up the wall of the Cottage.

This LRS moves like lightening which is why you have to be very quick to spot him in this pic!

Public holiday tomorrow, shame it’s a Saturday - 65 millon French groan in unison.

A Bientot, Bruce.