Spring in Provence:
The almond trees bloom pink, the cherry trees put on white, bird song fills the air, the light of the day softens, a blush covers the trees as they wake up. It is a lovely time to be in Provence.
Soft spots. Tiny spring flowers.
The scent of harmony, inviting the seasons to merge.
Caressing the day with pink light that lingers into the evening.
Beginning stories of spring.
Spring in Provence, the chill in the air leaves by noon, just in time to enjoy having lunch outside.
Has Spring cause my French Husband to play with his food? Or maybe my bad habits have finally dented his properness.