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Sunday, 12 April 2015
Good god, it's almost mid-April already.
It hardly seems like yesterday afternoon that we were wrapped in red flannel, and hauling tons of hefty logs into the house.
All of a sudden those cold days are behind us. We now eat outdoors at lunch, we are already delving into that drawer marked 'Summer clothes', and constantly falling blossom makes us feel like itinerant wedding guests.
I haven't yet shown my milky-white knees to the Spring sunshine, but I have been out-n-about in a T shirt, and I'm pleased to say that pukka Summer salads once again grace our table. There's no going back.... Spring/Summer seems to be upon us.
But DANGER lurks. How often has the same weather pattern fooled us! We are tricked into thinking that it's safe to open the pool, to drag the BBQ out from its Winter quarters, and rub sun-u-like onto our ivory-coloured bodies.
Year after year Mme Nature laughs at us, and after sending out ample false messages, she then delivers several smacks to the face in the form of weeks of non-stop rain, just to remind us of who's in charge. She ain't started her trickery yet, but I've known it (after a beautiful early April) to rain almost until June.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!