Daily Archives: March 14, 2012
Last Wednesday I post a picture of the tree in my garden that had just started to show little buds. It looked like this.
Well, now my little tree has flowers on it! I can’t believe how many buds have opened up into lovely little pink flowers and today, just one week later, it looks like this.
The birds have started to come back and sit on the branches and sing their lovely songs. It reminds me of the scene in Mary Poppins (my favorite Disney movie with real people) when Ms. Poppins opens the window in the nursery of Jane and Michael and the little bird jumps on her finger so they can sing together. I don’t think my little birds will go for that so I won’t even try. They’d automatically fly away if I started singing to them! Believe me no one wants to hear that awful sound. So, I’m content to just watch them chatter and sing to each other.
The cats have come lurking back, as well. If only I could keep them from climbing the trees and trying to eat my little bird friends! I have a good view of them while they are prowling about so I can give them an evil eye before they pounce.
The bees and wasps have also made their way back to my garden. I am okay with bees since they make honey and all (as long as they stay on the flowers), but I absolutely hate wasps and we’ve had a few in our house.
I’ve been known to run and scream, call for Dude, and then when he comes to save me I hide behind him. Yes, I am a self-proclaimed chicken when it comes to these bugs. This spring we are getting screens so I can actually open the windows and enjoy the fresh air without those pesky creatures coming in. Screens seem to be a novel idea in France and I have no idea why. I guess the French don’t mind flying insects as much as I do.
We are able to actually move back into our living room since the temperature has gone up. I’m totally thrilled since it is my favorite room in the house and it’s been closed off for 3 months now. This is the room that gives me the wonderful view of my entire garden and gorgeous trees.
Ahh-happy is the heart during springtime in Provence.