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.
The plane trees unbutton their winter coats, waving their green flags.
A welcome canopy.
Come walk with me.
Is there nothing better than to sit at a outdoor cafe and look up?
Poppies need I say more?
Oh those ruby red kisses!
The most joyous blush.
Ruins go into hiding.
Covered with over growth.
Provence, the doors opens wide, spring waltzes in...
along with flies, and the occasional cat.
The grape vines 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?