At last spring waltzes in. Provence during spring is extra lovely. Roses climb, blooming wildly against the shutters. The days stay light pass dinner time, allowing an evening walk to hear the sound of the owl cooing her lover.
The parks fill full, the sound of iron balls clashes, dusty shoes, sunglasses, dogs sleeping in the welcoming sunshine.
The new green ivy, sprucing up the old darker green.
Nature's texture adding strokes of vivid color.
Patchwork comfort against old walls.
Brocantes everywhere, every weekend, roll a dice pick one and go.
Late afternoon the cafes and bars spill out onto the sidewalk, men in tee shirts play cards, shooting the breeze with graceful ease, enjoying a moment of what is to come… summer living.
Savoring the taste that is only Provence!
The plane trees unbutton their winter coats, waving their green flags.
A welcome canopy.
Come walk with me.
Is there nothing better than sitting at an outdoor cafe and lookup?
Poppies need I say more?
Oh those ruby red kisses!
The most joyous blush.
Ruins go into hiding.
Covered with overgrowth.
Provence, the doors open wide, spring waltzes in…
along with flies, and the occasional cat.
The grapevines tease…
The joy of living in Provence is the gift of nature at hand, to be able to witness the unveiling of another fruitful season… leaves uncurl, petals by petal bloom, wheat shaft, almond branch robed in pink, last year's rosé uncorked.
How is spring unfolding where you live?
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