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Friday, 7 May 2010
Keep the home fires....
I have something in common with meteorologists everywhere; I don't understand weather either!
Just a couple of weeks ago we were basking in temperatures of 28 degrees C, and it looked as if the worst of winter had passed. Two days ago we woke to 6 degrees C; then we suffered strong winds, drizzly rain, and in the afternoon even some thin snow.
Here in France we now look forward to the arrival of 'The Ice Saints' (Les Saints de Glace). This is a period of three days in mid-May, after which there will be no more risk of frost. They consist of St Mamert on May 11th, St Pancrace on May 12th, and St Servais on May 13th.
However, in their great wisdom, the hierarchy of the Roman church saw our 'Ice Saints' as stinking of Paganism, so back in 1960 they cast Mamert, Pancrace, and Servais into the dustbin of un-saintly-ness, and replaced them with the much more respectable St Estelle, St Achille, and St Rolande.
Of course country people (like myself) take no notice of Rome, and we continue in our nasty Pagan ways. Who the hell do they think they are, anyway? So, roll on you 'Ice Saints'. I've had enough of cold weather, and I don't want to light another fire until November.
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 (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. 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!