Spring is in full swing and we’re finally getting some much needed rain. I never thought I’d say that but flora and fauna need rain to flourish. Here, it’ll often rain overnight, start a little overcast before the sun makes a welcome appearance around midday. Sometimes it’ll rain early morning or late afternoon. Othertimes, it just pours. All. Day. It rains so hard I can barely see beyond the terrace. On these days I just stay indoors and get on with my oh so long “To Do List.”
With over 300 days a year of sunshine, we don’t have too many rainy or grey days. However, I love the monochrome outlook on grey days or mornings. There’s something magical in the way the diffused light hits the water which, by the way, looks like liquid mercury.
We’ve enjoyed a very mild winter with plenty of warm sunshine and finally this week we received bucketfulls of much needed rain. Everything, everywhere is looking so lush and green. Plus, the trees are in bloom.
This is a tricky challenge. What do I regard as sacred? It’s got to be family. The picture below depicts my parents, now both dead, with their dearest friends. A life long friendship that was established when my Dad and “Uncle Clifford” undertook their military service together and bonded after discovering they shared the same birthdate.
The two couples spent many happy vacations together, and we’ve even spent a couple with the four of them in Austria, Spain and Germany. This photo was taken in Mougins on one of their (many) visits to the Cote d’Azur.
So you could say the photograph celebrates the sacred ties of both family and friendship.
How do I entertain myself? By either partaking in or watching sport, particularly cycling. Here’s a selection from one of my favourite one-day races, the Clasica San Sebastian, including the race winner Julian Alaphilippe.
Where I live isn’t humid enough (plus being too hot and windy) for hydrangeas which are my favourite flowers. Whenever I see a big bush, I just have to take its photograph. I found this one in the Bordeaux vineyards and I love the contrast of the bushes’ pink flowers against the faded rustic, blue door.
Today’s topic poses me a bit of a quandary. We don’t have a pet. We’ve never had one. I feel about pets the same way I feel about children. I really like them but don’t feel the need to have one of my own. I’m happy to borrow children and animals for a few days before handing them back to their rightful owners. My beloved would love a dog but we all know who’d end up looking after it – moi! That said, both children and animals, particularly dogs, are drawn to me like moths to candles. Last year, at the village du depart of the Tour du Haut Var, it was pouring. This elderly retriever was soaking wet and looking a little sad. He main a bee-line for me and I obliged with some friendly petting which considerably brightened his demeanor.
This has both texture and pattern. It’s the roof of the Louvre, Abu Dhabi, the government of which has paid its French counterpart a ton of money for the use of the name for 30 years plus the ability to borrow its treasures.