the first blossom seen in our village this year
It’s girly wirly fleur time on the blog. We were out on our morning walk and in the distance I spied the first blossom for the year…
our morning walk – blossom in the distance
Quelle belle surprise. It’s cold and about to snow again, friends left right and centre are ‘aol’ with colds and flu, but the sight of that beautiful pink… I go crazy in my head with excitement when I see the first trees in flower – and this was my first for 2013.
…Took Lilas out later for a look.
Carefully pruned vines in background.
I know it’s only early Feb, but it gets me thinking of all the flowers to come – and Ding! goes my head with visions of colour and splendour from last year’s pickings.
So hell yeah, let’s have a cheesy insert to follow.
A ‘Collage de Fleurs’!…
…a cheesy flower collage (from last year’s pickings)
Smelling the fresh air.
…I’m at last getting the hang of this season.
Autumn colour in La Liviniere
I must admit I often feel flat at this time of year, well for the first few weeks anyway – no more bare legs and t-shirts, no more swimming outdoors, cold dashes out of the shower… But finally I somehow get into the swing of it and embrace the warm fires inside, the hearty meals and walks in the brisk air. And after so many years of braving the cold INDOORS when I rented in Australia, I am loving and embracing the central heating everywhere.
I must admit I took this shot a while back, but I still love it
Plane trees along the Canal du Midi
Yes, Autumn has arrived but thankfully with all its magical colour. It’s making me think ORANGE!
kids marvelling at the famous ‘Baked Bean’ parked on a village street
…the lady owner steps in, la proprietaire de la voiture, …Rrrowrrrr!
I’m loving this colour right now and thought I’d put together a few of my favourite ‘orange’ pictures… And f you’ve wandered around this blog already, you might have picked up on the fact that I do have a little thing for collages. I’m pathetic, once I like something, I can’t stop! (my lovely girlfriends had diagnosed me at the age of 14 with O.C.D).
So hulahup, Barbatruc, here’s another one for you.